A dark cloud has followed me all day.
But it’s worse than that. It’s more like a dark monster — spewing its foul hot breath down my neck — just waiting for its chance to devour me.
I’ve come to a restaurant where I haven’t been for a long time. I didn’t really want to deal with anyone I know, but I felt too restless to go home. I’m sitting next to a huge window with a view of a beautiful sunset on the horizon, but I don’t even feel like walking outside to take a photo.
The glorious red sky doesn’t match the blackness I feel inside.
It’s not depression that I feel. This sort of darkness is different. It’s more like hopelessness. It’s the feeling that I’ve been running a race — pushing toward the prize I needed with all my heart — and then finding that I’ve been running in a big circle. It’s the feeling that my time has been wasted. That I’ll never have what I’ve been chasing.
When I woke up this morning, I remembered a dream — a vivid night drama that had awakened me in the wee hours and made me feel terribly alone.

A year later, my father’s death looms large, but I have no regrets
Your life is built from choices, while the days of your life go by
We can’t control timing of death, just what we do as we’re waiting
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Folks all around are waiting for someone to say, ‘Hello in there’
How would you live differently if you knew when death was coming?
When life becomes too passive, we stop earning our self-respect
How does modern culture escape ‘little boxes made of ticky tacky’?
I’ve been sent to Facebook jail — and nothing about it makes sense