the inner workings of my mind and soul.

you were home for me in a dream i had

I had a dream about you. we were close. I ran my hands up and down your arms, I felt the muscles in your shoulders and back, I felt your stomach and chest. I let my hands rest on your heart, it was beating so fast. you're breath got caught in your lungs for a moment there and so did mine. our foreheads were resting on the others. it was just you and me, though we were in a room full of people. I could smell your smell of detergent and something that can only be described as you. i wanted to tell you how I felt about you but i couldn't talk the moment was so beautiful. you were so close, your heart beating at the same fast pace as mine, your breathing as uneven as mine. you were so beautiful. your blue eyes were dancing, so pure so raw, I have never felt more at home as I did with my hand on your chest feeling your heart beat through your shirt. you felt so beautiful, I didn't want to wake up, even now all I want to do is go back to sleep, so I can dream that dream a thousand times again; knowing that it still wouldn't be enough because it isn't real. you are real I know that but that moment isn't and that is a pain all of its own.