To substitute for life
I create art
and in its wilful expression
I find myself sometimes
lurking in the corners of nowhere
lost and fearful of what lays ahead
but still holding on to
what good lies behind

Entangled in the mood of Tokyo
I create haphazard memories of tomorrow
Neon lights droop over my melancholy
as I cry on the pavement of farewell
I follow you to where you’re taking me
can it be utter doom?
can it be utter satisfaction?
that only time will tell
until then
read this momentary honesty
read this exageratted truth
read this and like always
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