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.

If you don’t feel overwhelmed, you just aren’t paying attention
Do you want a company or do you just want to get something done?
Who’s afraid of a federal shutdown? Many of us hope for the real thing
I felt shame for my lack of love, but God said, ‘You can do better’
No, Rodney King, people in this country can’t just ‘all get along’
Shame and Fear still stand guard over my efforts to chase dreams
Mundane expressions of love matter more than movie versions
Peace won’t come until you quit obeying long-gone programmers