Staring into its depth,
mesmerized by the swirling amber colored past.
I drink the memory of what could have been...
burning as I swallow it down past the back of my thoughts...
intoxicating me to the point of vague delusions of connectivity to you.
Weighing the pros and cons, the what ifs, the might have been's and the maybes.....
Attempting to summon the Djinni from the bottle so that my wish can be granted.....
a wish that is accompanied by the irrevocable cost of my soul.
It is then that I decide that the Djin must stay in her bottle along with the memory of you.
For it is in the land of memory and wishes that you belong.
Author Pandora Esperanza
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