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.

Unjustified panic: Why are you so scared of all the wrong things?
Love is best thing to happen to us
We learn lessons as we mature, but it’s usually too late by then
Yes, I truly appreciate your flaws; they point the way to your worth
The best romantic relationships end up becoming mutual rescue
Serious medical issue will limit
If you want to win a chess match, you have to play chess, not lecture the other players
Irony: Libyan rebels now rounding up blacks, sticking them into jails