the telling moments are the ones in between
as i`m perched on a platform
leaning against warm bodies packed in a train
stepping across skinny roads
avoiding grandmothers on bicycles
listening to the cries of boys playing baseball
smiling at girlish heels clicking past
squinting under the glare of flourescent lights
picking plastic wrapped fruit at the 100 yen shop
those are the moments when i notice ...
i am no longer crying inside.
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yokatta, mia-san!
great site.... i wish i was in japan. i'm coming to tokyo in october, but i guess you might be gone by then.
anyway. take care!
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