sometimes i really do think i'm crazy.
but honestly, i wouldn't trade this feeling.
i love that i have such hope and faith...
which could be viewed as childish.
but i'm feeling something.
which so many people tend to lose as they age.
so i may be immature. who cares?
i love the fact that i get so swept up in the smallest of things.
that the smallest of details stand out more to me than anything.
i adore it. i live for it.
i don't live my life for major milestones. not at all.
i live for those small moments, when the world stops.
you're infinite. nothing can hold you down. the only things that matter
are you, your company, and the endless sky above you.
the conversations. the wind. the smells of the air swirling around you.
and for those few seconds that come and go... you feel like you're not you.
you're somebody who is perfect. you are the luckiest person to ever live.
you're bigger than everything that has ever lived on this earth.
nothing can bring you down. nothing can break you.
you're untouchable.
and then it all crashes down.
you desperately cling to those memories of invinciblity.
where you were safe... but they're ripped away from you
quickly and drastically. and you scramble with everything in your power
to keep those memories close to you.
but the moments you need them most... they're no where to be found.
it's only in the quiet moments of the night... when you're in your bed
enveloped by the darkness and silence of the night... that they reappear.
and you're okay. nothing else matters.
they lull you into dreams.
and you're back in that safe spot.
with those you love. where the wind blows your hair back.
the music blares but is slowly drowned out by smiles and laughs.
and you think that nothing could be more perfect.
you're given a vision of heaven in those dreams.... in those few fleeting seconds
that is your heaven.
and i hope to God you fight to keep them close.
because that is all we really have in this world.
why jeopardize the only things you can truly call yours?
