A yellow and green healing light
I went into a garden filled with blue roses
A saw a rose that towered over me. I floated to the top and rested in the bud.
The roots of the large rose stretched down into a black void.
The roots were white and branched off into circles of varying size. The further down the further back in time.
In my childhood memory. I noticed it centered around my old room. The small tv with a red light. The bunk bed with the loose boards. The 2 computers, one as old as dinosaurs. The chalkboard wall. Scenes of playing with christmas gifts. Setting up forts. Watching the land before time on VHS. I see my elementary school friend Joey, and my sister Hannah.
The door to my past life is in the garden. A shortcut that would take me down far enough to remember my past life.
A woman I believed was named Grace. She had red hair, and was wearing a bronze sweater, it was fall. She lived in the city, and would often drink at the same coffee shop. The stranger taking her order, and the people on the street were blurry purple blobs. She fell in love with a man and eventually had a kid. Though the man she married always felt like a stranger, similar to the barista. She couldn't connect with anyone. She wouldn't let herself love. That was until she had her daughter. When she was born, looking at her face. It was as clear as day.
When she died she was surrounded by other elderly people her age. Even in the presence of these people she felt alone.
I feel the same way. Doubting the connections I make with others. I've gotten close. I've formed a couple strong connections. But I've yet to feel real love. I will make sure I do in this lifetime though, for Grace.