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 I perform well enough for you, will you give me love, approval?
Watching a friend’s happy family makes me feel pangs of jealousy
AUDIO: We lose the love we need by letting imperfections scare us
A month after my father’s death, it doesn’t feel real that he’s gone
Material things can be replaced, but loved ones worth far more
We all see bits and pieces of reality; not a one of us sees whole picture
An emotional vampire craves you, but he doesn’t know how to love