Tic-tac... tic-tac

My heart goes like this. Louder and louder. Faster and faster. I'm no longer able to realize how time flies away. I eat music at breakfast. Unfortunately, I don't have enough time to do the same thing at lunch nor at dinner. But it is ok, something good should come up from all this. But I know that at the end of the week I will be free. I will be smiling, I'll be counting clouds and listening to my breakfast music. Tic-tac... tic-tac... I'll finally be able to turn it off and postpone it. We'll be dancing 'till the morning. We'll live a dream, but we will wake up happy.
Only 6 days. I can do this. I am strong enough. I think. I hope. I am. I have made it so far, right? I can go on and I will. I always find beauty in life. I know what makes me happy. There are many things. I still feel that childish joy when everything goes on like I planned it or when somebody surprises me with a plush teddybear. I am still a child. When I get hurt, I hate being a kid, the pain is too big for me and I can't take it, but when I live like nobody else, I know that in this world of grown-ups, I'll stay forever with my Peter Pan.
Tic-tac... tic-tac... Faster and faster. And I can't stop this smile. 6 days. Then everything will end and I will rewrite my own story.