It’s always the worst at night. I have no idea why.
That’s when the images and sounds flood my mind. It’s as though someone made a movie and I saw only the first part. I loved the movie and wanted to see all of it. I loved it so much that I wanted to live in it, but I couldn’t.
And then someone had all the images and sounds and smells and emotions from the rest of that movie — and feeds bits and pieces of them to me at random times. It’s warm and loving images of love and family and home and everything I’ve ever wanted.
There‘s a projector on the inside of my skull — and someone plays those images. What I see teases me and torments me, but I can’t make them go away. I don‘t even know whether I want them to go away.
She’s always there. But she’s not really there.

AUDIO: Without mastering ideas, we’re all blind leading the blind
Without hope for a better future, depression grabs us by the throat
Ghost from my past haunts me, but leaves me without answers
Why have I kept dreaming about baby in need for last two weeks?
My drive to be perfect led to lack of compassion for self and others
End of life brought cancer patient to baptism six days before death
Love & Hope — Episode 11:
We can’t agree what intelligence is, but it defines some of us