prelude


Tomorrow, I'll be on a plane

Japan, I can't believe it, I think to myself

No, my body *cannot* believe it. Where is the feeling?


The bright lights and the bustling of Tokyo

My urban wonderland, vending machines and convenience stores

I conjure these meek humble images of desire in my mind


My hands are sticky with syrup

If I fall asleep now, there will be ants crawling over my palm


I'm stuck at home for one day

For one day, I remember why I got away


Tomorrow, it'll be tomorrow that I'll be on a plane

Can you believe it?

Right now all I wish is that I was still in bed with you



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