Have you felt it too? That tickling sensation like grains of sand drifting along your skin — million memories whispering the same tale.
Last week, I arrived at a beach, as the skies began their sleepy hues of orange and indigo, would you believe the tide pulled at me to revisit moments long locked away?
I almost heard echoes laughing between muffled volumes — moments twisting and twining, déjà vu held hostage.
People often say that they've seen shadows of you before, in streets filled with impossibilities.
Listen to the Shell's Song