Tearful Dreams

“Really great people make you feel that you, too, can become great.” - Mark Twain

Unfortunate documentations lead me to this sad dream.

Within a club I was with friend. For some odd reason I had a tag on my back, but it wasn't necessarily a tag but like a thin wallet. I pulled it off, thinking it was a tag. Opening, I saw pictures, pictures of me & my mom. I smiled at all the memories I had & had shared with my mom, but what got to me was her handwriting, just seemingly perfect in my eyes, the words 'I love you'. Throughout the night I was just completely sad, utterly alone, no one couldn't cheer me up, no one couldn't understand where I was coming from. The tears felt so real, so real to a point where I did...I finally woke up.

Only to find myself I was in tears & with a clear memory of that dream. With that lingering feeling of how I still miss her even though its been years.

So for now, to keep my mind preoccupied & stop myself from crying, I find myself drawing again, coloring, but still remembering today's dream. After-all, its been awhile since I've had a good cry, I think I needed this more than I realized.