Daydreams

I live with my dreams. I wake up with them, i share the breakfast with them and i take them with me whenever i go. We are inseparable friends, my dreams and i. We need each other. I need my dreams to keep living and they need me to have a being and become real. Without me my dreams were only air with no importance and without my dreams i was only a lifeless little girl lost in the silver mist. I have many dreams and plans, too many to keep count on them. Sometimes they are on a wild mood and they escape from the nest i have made for them, running and flying around my life and then i can do nothing else but looking after them and trying to put them back in order. If somebody talks to me at the same time i barely hear what they are saying. I am too busy with my dreams, too busy to listen to anyone. Too busy to travel the long way back to reality.

I have to give a life for my dreams. It is my responsibility after spending so much time with them. They would never forgive me if i just left them alone and walked away without looking back. But of course we both know that i am not going to go anywhere without first realizing my dreams. I am too devoted of them, i feel for them like a mother for her children. And in the midnight when i am looking at my dreams sleeping peacefully on my pillow i feel so melancholy because i know what i have promised. I have to free them. But we have shared so many moments together that i will miss them when they are gone, when they have grown up, flied away from their nest and i have no daydreams left to dream about.