Hooves beating like a drum in my head, I cant think about anything other than that feeling of being on the back of my dreams. knowing that my dreams are there, that I just have to reach for them. It seems like I am trying something for the first time and it is so hard to reach for the one thing I was trying to begin. someone tell me what to do, someone tell me are they worth it? I answer myself about believing in myself and trying to dial my answer into my mind. I will go back to the beating of hooves and the night above me and the stars that shine along the moon. something in the night wants me to dream again, no matter how long it will take something tells me to begin again and watch from the sidelines as I make all that hard work go to good use. The stepping stones where hard to walk on. as was healing my heart after every move, but even if the rocks felt like glass I kept on walking and I kept my tears hidden within the heart's doors. the stones became bearable and my heart healed itself as one of my dreams came closer to my stubborn choices and my unbearable painful memories. Yet my head never touched my chest, my eyes never stopped looking forward and my hands never stopped helping, but my mind always wanted to run away and go to the sound of galloping horses and the sound of the wind in the trees, while their lovely leaves touched the ground at the feet of a pond filled to the bone with glittering fish. Then at that point I always wake to the sound of chirping birds and a mind full of peace.