The dreams of a child.

We dream our whole lives.
Ever since a child, and our imaginations are blazing, we create these adventurous stories.
We act them out during play or through art.
As we grow older, reality hits the soul deeper..
Putting out some of the fires in our soul.
Making things seem more impossible.
As we watch people around us, grow older, that have lived a life...experienced it all..
And they say, that dreams are dreams...When you get older those dreams become more dreams than reality.
The "real world" has no room for dreams to come true.
There is no way to make a living, fall in love, and still find that your inner adventurous spirit that ignited as a child, can still be igniting, can still be as pure as it was when you were 3.
But what if I can say. What if I can say that at this point in my life, I feel like my dreams are beginning to shape and open up in my reality. That life is beyond what I imagined...Beyond what I dreamed...
The excitement is invigorating.
I fear it is only a world I have created, because I'm so seperated from a world that I know...a Home that I grew up in...Friends that I have shared my life with.
All I know that if this feeling only last in this "world", then I will live it up to it's depths, allowing it to take shape in my heart...Letting my heart pump faster, my pupil dialate wider, and my soul start to reach the tip of my head screaming out to the world:  I'M IN LOVE.
WITH LIFE
WITH YOU
WITH ME
Thank you.
If only for this moment.
Thank you.