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.
I don’t mean that in a narcissistic, Instagram-filter way. I mean it in the way that, when you stare long enough into the black glass of an Ishigaki night, the person staring back is a stranger wearing your face. The humidity has curled my hair like seaweed. The salt from last night’s swim at Kabira Bay still lingers on my skin. -ACT- -Ishigaki- Lover Of Mirror Image
He came back. My lover. My self.
And there he is again.
The reflection smiles. I didn’t.
Instead, I knelt down. I touched the water. The mirror image rippled, dissolved into a million shards of moonlight, and then slowly re-formed. Tonight’s soundtrack: "Yui" by Nenes – for the
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. Maybe it's just the prerequisite for letting anyone