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.

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Achievement or scam? Designer invents perfume you can’t smell
‘We’re live with people standing in line. Did we mention we’re live?’
We will destroy ourselves if we don’t learn to love our enemies
Christmas stands for quiet truths: love, faith, community and family
The things you do in life are largely determined by who you decide to be
For power-hungry politicos, nothing is more important than winning
Search for new partner leaves me wondering where she’s waiting
Family seemed perfectly typical, but I felt envious of their lives