I can already hear what you say in these wripples
I noticed that move out
No not backwards or forwards out
But in travelling the circle I am left here in the same different never the same space and I don’t even feel the
Nostalgia of when it happened it ended after that the grasp
Because the me who is there even now I remember
Trying so hard to show the happy and the good and trying to cling to a tomorrow that could be good
Was in so much pain and agony and I couldn’t understand why.
One year ago I saw the Sansa,
I wanted so badly to see it again.
I still see the heartbeat of Japan everywhere,
In moments of culture class that slips off and feels like
Home
It was amazing to be home for a few weeks.
It went by so fast so slow
I can’t explain that aspect it’s the world spinning around the molasses core
I’m about to make a friend with a kind dolphin
I’m about to see him in Tokyo.
I don’t mention it. There’s no photo of it,
But I have one very clear one in my mind that I will never be able to share
Because I recognised him immediately.
I miss Iwate.
Japan and I we fight often.
Just in silence.
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