Home is a feeling
Which is subject to change

And when you want to live life 200 km/h and still find peace
Where do you go?

Tonight's calculation

In 24 months my hair will be down to my shoulders
In 24 months I will be 25 years old

by Ryudai Abe

A new/familiar sort of calamity hits. It's peculiar, letting go of feelings you relate to (almost rely on) - such as feeling lost.

Today I did alot of window shopping and Playstation 3 contemplation.

After a semi-successful attempt at curing a cold with cocktails last night, this hazy lazy sunday afternoon left me looking out the window to wonder if I should stand up again today.

With my favourite beautiful creature napping, wrapped up in a blanket cocoon next to me, I have my doubts.

24h satisfaction at a time followed by void. If I could go back to blissful naivety I would.

Many things are going on at the moment. I catch myself thinking that I want to update this blog, but then the real world weighs in and consumes my internet persona.

The world keeps turning around me, and I feel like I'm spinning in a different, somewhat diffuse, cycle.

As I lay awake right now, I can't put the way I feel into words. Or sort out my thoughts. Confusion, fear, immense happiness, longing, frustration and so on. Like a long, layered hair where the haircut doesn't flow naturally - sort of just poking out in every direction.

I carry something concrete. How I miss my beautiful friend. How I wish I could talk to her, tell her about love, the past year, a funny dream I had, work, German Vs. Japanese.

Can I tell you now - of how I wish our last talk would have been more fulfilling for you? Can I tell you how you are one of the most wonderful mysteries I have ever met?

Can I thank you?

五月

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