the lights are low
and the wind
high over the distance
if i
breathe too deeply
i could float
into
the
nothingness
of
forever

close your eyes
the time
i have feared most has come
picking up my bags
filled with
a thousand
memories over
and done
with
in
my
mind

now i leave you
for yet
another day or
another lifetime

hold me awhile,
smile
i belong to the waves
of the sea
and now
it has come
to fetch me

It`s still raining in Fukuoka. It`s been raining since I came here a week ago. The JAL pilot promised an 8`C ground temperature, but it felt much lower than that when i disembarked from the plane. If I walk too fast, I could feel the numbing cold enter my bones like a spider waiting to sneak upon its prey. and yet if I walk too slow, I know I`d die of pneumonia even before I reach the hotel room.

Today I came in early to work. I wanted to watch the waves of the sea from the window. How carefree those waves, letting themselves be led by the wind, to any direction it chooses to blow.. Do they ever feel lost? Is there such a place as home that they strive to return to? If so, how far are they from that place? Or do they ever care?

Waves, wind, water, when, where, why... The w`s are filling my brain with clutter. I went back to the vending machines.. it`s too early for musings.