this time last year, i was getting ready to move home from japan. sometimes when i’m lying in bed, just woken up, i think that i’m still there. other times, i forget that i was ever gone from this place.
this place. it’s familiar and foreign at once and things are happening so quickly and suddenly that i’m off kilter and don’t know it until i’m head deep underwater. i’m pushing through but the water is thicker than i realize and there’s nothing for me to do except relax and let it take me where it will. because it will.
i’m hoarding little moments, caught in secret, away from the light, because the weight will crush its lightheartedness i know it i know it i know it i don’t know it.
nothing is ever so certain as time. it passes without a care and this too, shall pass.