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Kaminarihibiku
October. The Moon. And Tokyo rain.
Somewhere in all three am I, but somewhere else is nowhere at all. Cold and wet and lonely, only the sound of a downpour, occasional thunder – and countless itinerant souls wandering lost in it.
I am searching for…her…I think. Why else would I subject myself to this? I can sometimes catch the scent of her perfume, but like a ghost, as soon as there is gone.
Sleepwalking in a dream. Or is this a memory I’m reliving? I wouldn’t care except my want for her is insatiable, my determination unyielding. And I can’t shake the sense of guilt for a wrong that may have been committed.
This is not real, but I believe.
I don’t know why, but I give in.
I belong here.
Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences
15 October, 2009
Tags: Tokyo
