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.

We’re happier if we learn to ‘sell’ ourselves to people who want us
Without growth on similar paths, two people drift apart, love dies
Search for new partner leaves me wondering where she’s waiting
Until we experience awakening, we’re blind to truth in our hearts
Do people change? Or do we just learn how to manage our faults?
Future reality starts in what we believe inside about who we are
Your narratives shape your politics, religion, friendships, relationships