Memory Palace

I dream because dreaming is better than waking, even with the monsters and mazes and repetitive arcs.
I dream because dreams take me to better places than this corner in the dark.
They writhe in rhythm with the beat of drums, to war, to war, they cry.
I smile because I can dream of places long gone, places turned to dust.
In my dream they smile with me, and the gentle music sways to the scent of musk and lavender.
Her laughter twinkles like a million stars, and his eyes reflect the light of a thousand crystals.
But reality pounds upon my door, and shakes my conjured house.
Memory palace, palace, gardens, a fountain bright and pure, pure, stream water running into the river, running into the ocean wide and vast.
That is where I wish to be, in the silent, deepest dark. To be a drop of water amongst a million billion others.
It is always night in my dreams, the time of mystery, miracle and magic. Tonight, you're looking at me with closed eyes and an open heart, and I see the breath of fire blow strength into you. Tonight, reality has been lost and found.
Dreaming is reality, reality is dreamed up.
May our wishes find a million shooting stars.