A quick glance & a fleeting touch are all that I am allowed, even in my dreams; but it is enough...for now.
And yet, even so, as I am deprived of concrete satisfaction, I long for sleep to overtake me so that I may once again be enveloped in the comforting bliss of my minds fantasies. My soul weeps whenever I am awakened, and my spirit slumps into reality, as I am forced once again to realize the depth of my unhappiness.
I know what needs to be done, and yet I am lax in accomplishing that goal, or even starting on that path that could very well lead me to the happiness I so crave.
I have seemed content to dream of what I could have, rather than applying myself towards that end.
But, I am after all a dreamer. I put my desires on my desktop for all to see...and to torture myself with the things I don't have... the things that I can only dream of.
I am just a dreamer.
A wallpaper dreamer.