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.

1 comment:

kitchu said...

you can't beat Bon Iver. especially with your sentiment expressed here.

i just found you through Karen (between seven and nine). love your site. apologize in advance if i leave a lot of comments, especially on posts long past.