keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Saturday, Dec. 19, 2020 - 11:29 am >>
what happened that can't be heard

i still can't really talk about tokyo without my eyes fogging up like the smog.
i've built my life around the memory of you like a nest made of straw and clouds. it's fragile and a storm could blow it all away.
only you would know about this stone in my heart.
maybe you'll tell your child one day, or maybe you'll carry it to your grave.