Autumn, ablaze~
The inescapable haze
of déjà vu.
The bottles are gone.
The bottles of my smells, the scents of my rooms I'd become so familiar with; gone.
I moved, and so much is here, it seems like too much has stowed away with me somehow,
just not the things I wanted; the things I needed.
I'm a simple girl, or so I thought.
What's a jinniyah to do without her bottle?
In what will I drift restlessly across the expansive, endless sea of time?
Answers are found in the past.
