Sleepless in Tokyo

As I enter my emo post-break up era.

Seems this is the only "refugee" I have where I know my ex doesn't read.

I have this recurrent dream, you know?

In the dream, we meet, but not for the first time. It’s like we know each other, from a lifetime.

You know that feeling? It’s right in the chest.

And you look at me, and I can feel my senses melting.

And then, for whatever reason, we both start running as fast as we can.

We run across many of the places that were important to us.

We run across Tokyo, alleys, old streets, trying to see who will win.

We run towards an imaginary goal post. But nothing is said between us.

We run not like humans, but as cats, the world gets completely diffused as we run.

I’m trying to run faster than you, and you are right next to me.

We both seem to have good timing. Unironically.

Until I get absolutely distracted by the red quarter moon over the Tokyo Opera.

And when I realize, you are next to me watching it, both mesmerized.

True beauty beats oblivion, I guess?

As I’m ready to start running again you jump, and you hug me, and we both start rolling in the floor.

And our hug becomes a red moon.

And suddenly everything disappears. Fade to black.

Then, I wake up, feeling warm in my chest. hugged, kissed by the moon.

But almost immediately, I feel absolutely bittersweet because I realize it was just a dream. 

You know that feeling? It’s right in the chest.

I realize that reality feels more like an emoji of two grey faceless guys, I think hugging each other.

As I look at the ceiling I realize “desamor” doesn’t have a proper translation in english.

But describes the dream for me.

IIt’s 2AM, and sleep will take another two hours, because my heart still beats like If I were running, escaping, chasing her.

Even if it’s for a while, I wish I could run around Tokyo with you.

It's been 2 weeks nothing in the cosmology of time.

But an eternity by my own time standards.

We became two strangers that shared some life and 7 years, but the rest is unkown.

I wonder if you miss me, I wonder if you think of me.

On my side, I never felt so much pain in my life.

I miss my cats.

I miss my house.

I miss my neighbourhood.

I miss my routine.

I miss the smells of my home.

I miss my bed.

I miss sunsets from the balcony.

I miss my usual lunch spot.

I miss laying on the couch.

But more than anything, I miss your eyes, your smile, your voice, your touch, our little jokes, our life together.