Between Worlds
There I was. Gazing at my future to be in the small crystal ball an old women had given me. I watched as a little girl grew and followed through every tragedy.
To think that this is who my finite spirit will grab on to once it trades my cold body to the cradling arms of death, who will then promise to find it another home and before sending it off, will erase it of its memories.
Gently, I glided my fingertips on that delicate sphere of mist. Wondering how many lives my soul had fused itself with before mine. Indeed, I have no doubt there were many.
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