A sanctuary of thoughts

Story of the kid who talked to the moon

I've read tales and stories,
Seen dreams crashing on the land where I made home,
Flew away in a rocket and never turned back,
Paper planes and planets with the colour, red, blue and green,
Galaxies I made within my eyes and stars that talked to me,
In the never ending ocean of stars and constellations,
My day dreams became reality,
No one asked me where I wanted to go, or where I came from,
Because I was the hero of my own galaxy,
I drove my car, steering through the blazing fire of the suns,
I played music and saw the comets who laughed as they passed by,
When I came back to my empty room,
I brought some stars back with me,
They shine like fireflies and every night they drive away the monster under my bed,
In my cereal bowl, I see the suns form constellations that no one knows about,
And in my cupboard, I hide my photos I took of the fairies and horses I met,
All on the planets I visited, all of them now my friends,
I tell all these stories to my diary,
And I know one day a little boy like me will read them, and say,
I've read tales and stories.