Slumberland

:TOKYO

Atop a bustling Tokyo street there is a stone stair way that if time had a tongue would tell you is its brother. At the base an old lady is selling grilled chicken with a subtle glow in her eye and a crook in her back almost mimicking the forward slant of these wise yet charmed stairs. She shuffles across the glassy stones, turning each skewer with precision above the glowing embers and as the smoke rises, so do I. Counting each step and watching as my foot drops into the indistinct groves, my vision starts to blur and I soon realise that the numbers have faded just like the memories of previous souls. Turning around I hear the bustling streets, the chicken lady blends in with the chaos that encircles her, pushing by and stomping through as they are all in an urgent rush to be somewhere more important than here. Here where time has forgotten tradition and where history is screaming to be heard.

It has begun to feel so real. This moment when you start to realise the butterflies may not go away and that the line you dance on between dreaming and reality has started to blur.

In the early summer heat as I wonder outside, I feel a bead of sweat trickle down past my temple. It moves in away that draws me into realisation of time and how each breath, each pulse of my heart will soon be in the past for no one to remember, not even myself.

I find im constantly thinking of her. I wonder, is she thinking of me too? My mind starts to rush and a nervous energy darts around behind my eyes. I have fallen so hard and so quick. I've torn down my walls and embraced the vulnerability of letting someone new deep into my heart.

Feel the pain of not knowing, enjoy the rush in your chest. Cherish the moments you are together and remember this feeling of love can be nurtured and tortured. Respect it and whatever you do...