my heart is racing

It is like a dream book where everything is written down. All the things I’ve seen, all the things I could have been.  All my wishes and all my dreams. Everything is so far away for me; everything is so far away from me. Sometimes I think this is shit. I think dreaming is just waste of time... But it isn’t.  I think, I can say that I need it. When I look in the star-filled night, I begin to think about everything I am, everything you are, everything all we are! And suddenly you are here, next to me... You look at me and you just hold my hands. You are so near that I feel your slowly breathe and then you take me in your arms. I cry, I cry for happiness because I am so glad to have you... That you are finally mine... But then ‘’piep , piep, piep..’’ . I wake up, stand up and look into the mirror. I see me and I realize that I just dreamed, but then I smile, because my mom always says to me: ‘’ if you can dream it, you can do it, my dear!’’  And now I understand this ‘’dream book’’! You don’t need anything... no paper, no pencils and no book. You just need yourself, because this ‘’dream book’’ is your own head.