In the mirror, I see the version of me who would have swum out too far. The version who would have touched the fire coral on purpose, just to feel something sharp. The one who falls in love with taxi drivers and then forgets their faces by morning.
Tonight’s soundtrack: "Yui" by Nenes – for the old Okinawa. Tonight’s drink: Habu-sake (just one sip, for bravery). Tonight’s truth: Maybe loving your mirror image isn't a curse. Maybe it's just the prerequisite for letting anyone else see you at all. -ACT- -Ishigaki- Lover Of Mirror Image
I wanted to smash the surface of the water with my fist. To ruin the perfect reflection. But I didn't. In the mirror, I see the version of
-ACT- -Ishigaki- Lover Of Mirror Image