five words in orange neon

once I asked for my father to hold tight my hand before crossing the street. The sun was shining upon our heads, the people was passing quickly across us and we were standing staring at each other. the landscape changed and now we were sitting on a huge green field. before to start running I stared him and finally floated away. I was awoken, alone in my bed, and my father had died eighteen years ago. I've never known him and I don't even know why i'm talking about'im right now. I lost my composition and i'm ashamed for who's gonna find and read it. THAT'S A PILE OF SHIT! there's tons of things going on and my head's full of nothing. RUN AWAY! where to? who with? what to achieve? I'm tired of trying to reach the nothing. shame on me, i'm tired. I can assure you i'm in edge.