Living in a dream

A very weird feeling after all these years…
A feeling that I thought I couldn’t have any more…
A feeling I thought I am too old to have…
The feeling that you have when you go to a trip with your best friends and laugh nonstop…
Or when you spend hours reading a book so close to your heart…
The feeling you have when you get so much involved in an imaginary series or a magical movie…
Or when you watch sunrise on the beach with someone who is so dear…
That feeling that fills your heart with magic and lifts your spirit up to the sky…
That feeling that happens in only one place, in fairy tales….
That feeling of living in a dream!!
Then suddenly, you come back home, the book ends, the movie finishes, or evening comes.
Suddenly, you open your eyes and wake up…
Suddenly, you realize it is not real or it is not there anymore…
It is a memory, a dream and it does not exist.
But this can’t be true. It was so real that you were living in it.
You panic and tears roll from your eyes and you feel pain squeezing your heart.
You realize that you need to face the truth, the facts, face your life that although not bad you still wanted it to be like the dream.
Then you think…
May be it’s not bad after all, even if they were not real…
Those memories, those dreams are there to help you, to support you, to keep you going…
To shield you from the sorrow in the world…
To draw a smile on your face when grumpy faces are all what you meet…
To help you go through it all.
So you wipe your tears and raise your head up high to look at the sun or watch the bird…
And tell yourself thank God I have a place to run to whenever I need to find happiness and purity...
Thank God for being able, even for just a few moments, to live in a dream.