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The person who loves me the most is no longer myself

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Weeping plum blossoms at Yusho-ji Temple // 花景色

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Moments like these remind me of the place you called home. A place I knew so little about yet had so much significance to my past.

To think you existed in knowing a place which I was not is so bizarre to me.

This place fills me with questions, and I am brimming with curiosity.

I wish I could sit and talk and explore this place with you.

#a forgotten memory #where i was born #and where my father lost my mother

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Locked away in my own mind forever

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My mind has been wrapped around you for so long I keep forgetting what I want

#i am tired and you linger there

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If your going to leave it all behind, have the courtesy to at least say so

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But arguments held about abandonment, about feelings and things that cannot be undone.

There is a difference between a discussion and a warning.

There is a difference between wanting to be gone, and having been gone for a long time.

#there are things i regret most #loosing myself in front of you is the worst

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Jikko-in / Hosen-in / Myoshin-ji by aekashin

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There are times when I remember lying awake with you. With the rain and the water outside. Where inside has become warm and comfortable although unknown to me. It was not my place, yet, beside you I felt welcome.

I remember the smell of the blankets. The soup you made. The quiet way you would gaze at me. The cold of the outside air and how you wrapped me up into you. The sound of the fire and the constant raining echo outside. The sound of your voice when we talked about foods, about wants and needs, about feelings and memories we shared.

I remember the way we laid together next to the open window and watched the rain on the water together, your hand on my shoulder idly brushing past my hair as you always would. The sound of your heart against my head and your breathing easing as you slept.

#a forgotten memory #places that feel like home

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Oh how memory fades, to make me fond of you again

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How every moment I've forgotten you, the things I've misplaced, the time I cannot get back.

Yet here and now, you sit before me and I do not know you, you do not know me, we are new to eachother but part of us yearns, part of us agrees, part of us knows and remembers.

But the memories are faded, forgotten, and the pieces of you that I clung to in the past are now laying in my lap once more like cherished toys left behind in childhood.

And just like that I know you again, and the pieces of you that I had begun to cherish again all fall into place again.

It is as if I have fallen for you once more, although I felt pained to have fallen for another mere moments before knowing you again.

#bunnokai #heiro bunnokai #a mortal immortal

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˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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This is what I want my home to sound like

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京都貴船 // Kibune after the rain

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Places I keep locked away in the back of my mind. Only appearing in small glimpses in my dreams.

Feelings of being lost in the woods. Of lantern lights behind the foliage, but the peaceful feeling of knowing you're home.

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Storefronts of Japan

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This just stabs me with the pang of an unknown nostalgia. Where my poor forgotten crisps of a soul remember so fleetingly the early morning, the late night, the summer heated and crisped cold walks past simple places. Things I didn't know I had forgotten, lost in the monotony of passersby and daily travel.

My heart clenches as if caught in the fist of despair, a entangling agony of loneliness, a forlorn feeling of love and affection twisted like fingers into my soul as I gaze at somewhere I have now lost, a place of no photographs, where I may loose forever if I forget.

Tomorrow I celebrate the existence I shared with you. I feel like it is the one time of year where you are so close to me I could reach out and transverse time and space and hold you again.

I do not mourn, or pity, or struggle (that much) about the lack of you I have in my life. You have haunted me my entire childhood and my mind is more you, than it is myself.

I spend my day in celebration, in a nostalgic tour of everything you mean to me. I savour the foods you and I enjoyed. And do things you and I would do.

Tomorrow I celebrate "us", as I once was.

Without realizing I have put myself close to you.

In the massive expanse between us I feel as if we are yet again in the same seats, with the same sky, and the same conversations.

In my memories we sat just as I sit now, overlooking a city you have never seen before. And we talk, we look out over the people, the lights, the strange living mass of a world breathing just past the balcony.

I sit here today, as I do every day, and stare out into the world from my window. And I am reminded of you, and our conversations, almost so much so that I forget you're not here.

#i miss you a lot honestly

My heart sits in shattered pieces on the sandy shore, the waves a constant longing I yearn for, a time I cannot stop, the multitudes of problems and issues that happen wear me down slowly until I am but a ball of glass, worn and uneven. But the ocean is vast, and the shore is warm, and I am surrounded by myself, broken into similar pieces, no longer recognizable, but hued just as brilliant as I was when I was forgotten. I am not alone, as time has brought me others just like me. And here we glitter in the sunlight, and settle amongst the sand, and reflect upon the stars.

#shards of glass on the beach

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The gut-wrenching pain of nostalgia as I view the mossed over steps of abandoned churches

I ache so intensely I feel alive for just a few fleeting moments.

I have never found images of the place we were to be wed, nor do I remember why we had chosen such spot. All I know is that the memory is etched into my soul and quakes with each tense memory.

#my heart is a glass jar riddled with cracks

I hate this unnerving yearning, this ache inside my chest that billows out like false clouds. I tremble as I fail to hold onto my feeling of complacency, as I become homisick for the past.

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