Home Sweet Dreams

I dream like others, but not for the reasons they do. I dream to conjure the place others call, ‘home’. I am one of those people who would truly rather dream than be awake. After all, in dreams you can imagine the things you never had. I dream as long as I can, sometimes I almost miss school just to savor the dream created by my yearning heart for at least a little while, before it fades back into reality. The reality that treats me unfairly, unjust, and cruel. I dream about my goals, my dreams, my aspirations. Every morning, I hear the shattering sound of my alarm clock, and the happiness I obtained through my pure dreams disappear. I long for a home that I can live in permanently, not dreams crafted by my longing heart, a dream that no longer requires dreams to make. A home in reality. My dreams are an imagination of what my home could be like. I dream every night to imagine the home that I never had. The family I never had. The life I never had. I pray everyday for a world that I can just feel at home in. I know that dreams are just an illusion. But at least they help me imagine what a ‘home’ could be like. To me, what people call ‘home’ is just a hous