You told me I was a dreamer...is that a bad thing? They say to never let anyone tell you that to dream is a waste of one’s time, for dreams are our realities in waiting. In dreams, we plant the seeds of our future. My future rested in the palms of my nightmares. You whispered to me “sweet dreams” every night, oh, but those dreams got tainted with poison and brewed into nightmares that waited to burst at the seams, crushing the light in my
