Sitting alone in a darkly embodied basement, linliness hitting through the aircon.
The bones in my closet have vanished into the thickness of the night.
Cold air whistling by and the plum trees move sexily outside .
As I watch through a walk in the wall.
Sipping on sadness.
I imagined a storm coming to disturb the peace, so then
I fumbled myself into a black box.
Memories oozed in like the smell of freshly baked pie on a Sunday morning.
My heart swells in thought of the spark of life I’ve lost in my miniature lifetime.
And my brain rings heartfelt moments of my past life and I was touched .
And so I let myself …for the night walk down memory lane.
Even though it was a deadly path to walk on .I gave in to nostalgia.
When the heart ponders patch it .
And then I began to remember
slowly as a toodler learning to ride a bike .

I remembered my past life.