What is with these dreams of mine?

And when i say that i mean the ones i have while im asleep and the ones i keep close to the heart, the kind of dreams that make me...me. Ive been having sleeping dreams that make me sad, the kind that you wake up a little and realize it's a dream and then you sigh because you wish it was real. I hate those the most because they remind me of what i don't have and wish i did. Im not saying these were dreams of fame and riches but the simple things, like love and hopes for myself and where i would rather be right now. The things i don't have.


Fuck, i was just getting into writing but my boss called and i have to go into work. Thats the reason i havent posted any art. Its sucking away my time. Whatever.