It was the back yard of the house in
town. Looking at the flowers, I saw them in depth. Immense detail
and such profound thought that went into creating them. Someone
mentioned something about marriage, and I saw a metaphor in the
flowers. Looking deep into the seeds I thought about genetics and
children, but then the darkness and the twisted misuse of
procreation. The world was a little less bright. A bit further
from the warm glow. The clarity of before was muddled.
A time later and I saw myself, younger,
in a large bucket, dunking under. Someone from the not-then took my
place in the bucket – but not waiting for younger me to exit first.
Suddenly she was screaming – as she could sense my younger-self's
thoughts. Then suddenly she was standing beside him, laughing. I
went to take her place, but there was a look of concern in the crowd.
I touched my thoughts and suddenly I was my younger-self again. The
light-world was fading. I was to live my life again, having slipped
in time.
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