Tonight, the air is thick as syrup. I left the shutter door of my little rental house open—just a crack. The glass of the sliding door has become a dark, patient mirror.
He came back. My lover. My self.
But the "Lover of Mirror Image" isn't in love with vanity. He is in love with potential . -ACT- -Ishigaki- Lover Of Mirror Image
Tonight, the air is thick as syrup. I left the shutter door of my little rental house open—just a crack. The glass of the sliding door has become a dark, patient mirror.
He came back. My lover. My self.
But the "Lover of Mirror Image" isn't in love with vanity. He is in love with potential .