Just back from a night out with friends, I just can not sleep. It 's weird when you live in two. The rhythms of life are well marked by regular stages, and the fact that there is someone to share with you is reassuring. This evening I am alone.
The room is quiet, the kitchen light goes dim and the stereo The Sun & The Rainfall Depeche out a car that goes fast, goes away and I like to experiment until I can hear her rustle away to unknown places ... is the night ... and I like this place a border.
K. has just arrived in Tokyo. What she is doing? The sounds, smells of our city have already attacked? I imagine taking the metro and head toward the hotel, in a morning light with bags under his eyes and the weariness of a long journey. I envy him a little ', which is why I can not sleep tonight. I would be there, breathing that air, to get back into play again, to feel at home again.
E 'on the night of nostalgia for what I experienced, but also hope the euphoria of everything that I have yet to see and experience.
Oyasumi, Kei-chan, come back soon to tell.
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