Silence

I don't remember being small. But sometimes a get a glimpse of another life. It could be my life, but i can't say for sure. Nothing belongs to anyone or anything anyway. Not really. What i can remember is strange. I was sitting in a chair. The room was small and it smelled of roses and damp earth. My hair hung in soft ringlets that framed my face, and in my hand is a candle that dimly lights the room. I don't remeber anything else, but the only words i said, the last words, were "I am destined."