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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