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.

Kitten outsmarted me for weeks, but Alex finally joined our family
Federal debt default? So what? It happened before — in 1979
Leopards might not change spots, but cowardly lions can gain courage
Collective freak-out over tasteless shirt points to double standard
Plans change and people hurt us, but we often need to start over
Without growth on similar paths, two people drift apart, love dies
Depression can be mind’s way of saying, ‘Hey, we’re way off track’
FRIDAY FUNNIES