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When Shadows Fall

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My head is spinning, brain cranked on overdrive, too many jumbled thoughts, thick as treacle and dark as death. Not a rainbow in sight.

I don’t like people, much, not as a rule, anyway. They speak without saying, Intend without intent. Nothing about them seems real.

Can you see me? In my basement? Alone, in front of my computer? As I struggle to make sense of the nonsensical, the fraudulent. What did I just write?

There is a person upstairs, with whom I’ve shared this life, but the gap between what is, and what should never be, is closing. Who is he, after all?

Suddenly, or not-so, I’m very tired. Tired of inane hopes and dreams, of “keeping a good thought,” and tepidly lauding others who’ve “made it.” The universe is not my friend. Not today.

My life is resolutely slipping away, in this mind of shadows, anyway. Do I struggle to hold on, to stay? Or is it, in the end, for the best? Maybe…it’s for the best.

Sherry McGuinn is a longtime Chicago-area writer and award-winning screenwriter. Her work has appeared in The Chicago Tribune, Chicago Sun-Times and numerous other publications. Sherry’s manager is currently pitching her newest screenplay, a drama with dark, comedic overtones and inspired by a true story.

Thank you for reading. Here’s more of my “restless ramblings.”

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