I'll still hope the sea calls out to me again. I'll wait for it to pacify it's rumble and caress my shadow one last time. //caption// //I'll wait// Day 20. I hadn't seen my reflection in ages. Yesterday, the sour taste of the mango left a series of stings on my chapped lips. That is when I knew, I was in shambles. Yet again. Something made me want to see myself reflected on the surface of water.
