Move on

Sometimes it is so heavy, the steps I take do not lead anywhere. The burden I carry soil my shoulders with uncountable tear drops. I want to give up and end everything there and then. But sometimes I dream and in that dream I see a laughing child. He holds a torch of life, a flower of breath and a seed of love. This child walks towards a direction that leads everywhere. In everywhere there is the child. How can this be? It is impossible. It is only a dream. When I awoke, I feel heat in the body, air in the lungs flowing through the nostrils and the universe lifting the sky above me.