The Dream

The Reoccurring Dream, more like.

I'm losing my mind. I see her everywhere. I talk to her in my sleep. I know because I wake up, talking to her. This when the fun starts to happen because The Dreaming becomes reality. Yeah, I know. I'm shitface crazy but I try not to bother anyone anymore about Her because I don't want to upset anyone, least of all me.

The dream itself is of me in an old, broken, once beautiful and full of life courtyard. I'm collapsed at the wall edge. Despair, etc. It's not illustrated, but there is water over the ledge, fifty feet below. Usually I bring something like a rose. This particular dream was only of Her appearing there in the sky. I was talking to her which woke me up.

She's not as vivid anymore which really upsets me. She's a Spirit, I just can't see her colour.


_{I miss you Prin.}



Kiss From A Rose - Seal.


_{There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.}



Before midnight 'til 5:45AM.
I don't think my eyes were dry in the entire time I painted this.