the last

My last 82 days in a place where I found myself.

The city of hearts. The city of dreams.
It's like a beautiful book, with these amazing colorful chapters, about dreamers I've met along the way, haters who turned to lovers and people who dropped their shells to try and make my path a little harder, I only thank you.

Chapters about nights on stairs, nights with microphones in our hands, nights spent in bars that reach the sky, nights where you met total strangers and went out and had amazing times, nights that never ended, nights that carried on even after the sun had said hello. nights spent in shibuya, nights spent in harajuku, nights spent in shinjuku, nights spent in kyoto, nights spent in roppongi.
nights spent at school and nights spent at macdonals before tests, sleepless nights at jonathans with dorinku-baa.

Running to catch the last yamanote-sen and smiling for yourself when you look at a kanji and remember what it felt like the first time you could read a streetsign correct. How hard and painful it was... and how we can talk with the people in th far east and read their insane alphabet.

I love you city. I love your beautiful buildings. I love how you smell and how you're never silent. I love your trees and your wind, I love your streets and I love your lights and neon, I love the chaos and the flurring that is you. I love waking up a late summersday to the sound of fresh rain and crickets outside my balcony slidedoor, that I leave open during nights for it's so hot and humid. I love your mountains that surround you and how the sun is bright red when it says goodnight and dissapears behind Mt. fuji, I love that you never ever ever sleep. I love you Tokyo. My home my love my place.

I love you. I love you from the bottom of my soul neon city. I feel how the tears want
to fall down my cold cheeks but how I won't. Im going to love you and use you and live with you
for 82 more days Tokyo.

You have my dreams and Im coming back someday.
I remember our first meeting like yesterday, how my pulse was beating and how calm i felt at the same time.
The smell of chlorine, food, ocean, and petrol and trees all at once.

How strange and sad it is to leave home. again. however home doesn't need to be a place... <3