The beautiful departure

I lived a dream.

A beautiful dream.

But just like all dreams,

one day,

you need to wake up.

Was it worth it?

Every single second of it.

I'm glad that I could live,

thankful to the dreamland who had me for free.

Felt everything.

Every whisper,

every touch,

every sunrise,

every hope.

Heard everything.

Every breeze,

every laugh,

every tear,

every doubt.

Meant everything.

Every word,

every kiss,

every gesture,

every day.

I'm sorry for leaving,

but night came rushing in and suddenly,

all the light fade out.

I was scared at first. I could no longer see.

Then a loud sound woke me up:

"TIME TO GO!", while laughing at me.

Got chills on my skin,

got my soul froze,

got stuck for way too long.

Once upon a time,

I really believe the dream.

I smiled more than I cried,

and maybe that's why I can easily release.

Oh!

That sound again!

I'm ok now. I'm not afraid anymore.

Just my plane is about to leave,

and I don't want to miss that, too.