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.

Keep trying: The squirrels are pedaling as hard as they can
Feral cats and hurt people both require trust and patience to heal
Sounds of old music awakened repressed feelings from my past
Fallen world keeps bruising me, but I still believe love will win
I felt shame for my lack of love, but God said, ‘You can do better’
Being hermit looks good as world tries to make me a misanthrope
Why am I shocked that a friend’s happy news makes me feel envy?
Those we love change who we are and reflect who we’re becoming