the way a mango smells like a promise, so thick you can almost taste the color… and i'm remembering the desk i sat at for so long, like it was a life sentence… the burn of the sand on my feet right now is so much more real, like my cells are finally breathing, and who even was that person hiding in that office? i don't think she knew she could leave, like the door was locked from the inside and the key was just… believing there wasn’t one. that’s the thing about the ocean, it keeps showing me where the exits are.