The love you bring here. It’s outdated. The words you choose to speak, are not for me. The happiness, the smiles, all expired.
Minds like twisted trees. Undressing again from summer rays. Impatient legs, bringing me to travel, through your crowded forest. Restless thoughts, constant observation of your past. My fascination to understand. I am a constant creator.
My plane’s leaving and you’re not coming. My existence does not depend on your absence.
The wind carries you away. I get apprehensive, because I know the storm’s coming. Even if you mean it. I know it’s not real. Like sparkling sprinkles in the snow. When caught by sunlight exhibits fairy lights. But really, is just reflection.
Autumn T
About the Creator
Autumn
Writing has always been my escape from reality. Letting me put memories, pain and desires into words. I enjoy making my stories poetic to really capture the scene and feeling of each line.
Was I a Model in Japan?
During my time in Nagoya I worked and lived at the strangely famous hostel and café Nagonoya. With its chequered floors and florescent lighting it felt quite dated, but I think that was supposed to be part of the charm. The dorms were always fully booked on weekends with domestic tourists and there was always a buzz in the downstairs café. Camera crews were constantly in and out of the place interviewing the Japanese staff members who worked the café. I think it had something to do with the egg sandwiches. At least that was what was on most of the merchandise, except for that one dishcloth with the owner’s face on it. Was I being employed by a local celebrity?
By Susanna Kiernan5 days ago in Wander
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