A House of Memories

You wake up in a dream, where you see the doors have been waiting for you. Wanting to show you distant memories of your life, as you go in every door. You see yourself playing in a playground, yourself waving at you. Even if it’s not real. But you wave back then everything crumbles to dust. But you run to the slide and touch it! Submerging your feeling of always touching it. Then it blows away into dust. Then you go to that time where you are at Toys R Us at night, checking out the toys you bought at the store. They don’t remember that hoop with seven rings. That was a good one until you bump into those spiky worms; those were funny right? Until you see your old framed four walls glass windows and roof. Home. So distant from your heart. Then you go inside to sleep with the old music, forever your home will have a heart forever.