You feel to me like one who would not forget
Not forget me, not forget the little store up north
Not forget what I sent you
I forgot that for years
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You feel to me like one who would not forget
Not forget me, not forget the little store up north
Not forget what I sent you
I forgot that for years
…
I crossed the world to find
that fear can permeate this place too
I flew halfway around the planet
but would you believe me if I told you
I’m still nowhere to be found
October 29, 2025 (東京)
May you write
And write
And write
Until you fill pages first
Then books
Leaf after leaf, spun between fingertips
So many that one could take months or years to read them
May your heart’s desire accept them all
October 25, 2025
The night sky is falling
It will never stop falling
Until our universe flees
may your love continue to grow
as the same deep sky falls over us
again
and again
and again
October 21 – 25, 2025
I hide in the dark:
secret plans in the making
would undo all good
My thoughts are not really mine but they are internalizations of all the things others have said, even without always directly saying them.
Such joy to see you returning so healthy and happy! With a spring in your step, no less, and a sparkle in your eye, holding care and forgiveness in the firm grasp of your hugs.
Granting acceptance with your presence, you return the missing to the damaged.
Everyone you touch finds themselves at least a little more whole for it.
Everyone slips through my fingers
As soon as I can touch them
…
there’s no point in writing anything
there’s no point in anything
i feel so
done
finished
nothing left but fear
irrational fear
i can’t get away
i can’t fight
i want out