[0023] Young dreams

When I was young I used to dream of a field.
It contained these purple flowers.

They sat and they waited.
They knew something I did not.

I would walk in the field for days.

But then it all changed.

 One night I found the edge of the field.
There was a forest.

I wandered inside.
It felt like more days past.

That is when I found the man.
That is when I knew fear.

He told me of wondrous things.
Of life and awareness.

He told me there were others.
He told me of my siblings and how they would join him.

He then put out his hand.
And asked me to take a hold.

But then I woke up.
Surrounded by flames.

That was the night I lost my parents.
My elder brother.
And my younger sister.

I miss them.