The Gardener Who Uses Magic

in a dream one full moon ago i met a gardener who lifted my curse he took all my memories and planted them as seeds he then asked, “which to get rid of?” i took a deep breathe my hands started to shake and heart beating like crazy then i replied, “stories i painted with my blood as ink” “ash from their stick to my skin” after that, all my memories grew out as different flowers each with different, different meanings he pulled out those memories “who were sucking my blood and burning my skin” then i heard my sister’s yelling and opened my eyes only to realize it was just another dream that will never come true