Tuesday, September 27

Dear Tokyo,

Like the fading smell of a perfume, you put all these beautiful emotions on my wrists,
everyday that I walk around these semi-autumnal days, where clouds are light,
the breeze with the tiniest hint of a passing summer, I realize that I already will miss you,
for the specific reasons that only my heart can identify in the longer days of the eventual break-up.

Bon Iver plays, For Emma.