...when melancholy enclaves me so deeply that I can feel my insides shrinking, when I feel it going down from my brain, I feel it in my eyes, I feel it in the 3'assa in my throat...
The only thing I can do, is to put a stream of photos, songs, memories or dreams and just watch me breakdown, exhaust my pain, exhaust my melancholy, blow it up inside of me, then rest down in pieces, in ashes... and sleep.
I'm leaving again, I'm leaving this room, cell, hell... and I'm leaving such a huge part of me in it, one that I thought so beautiful. I'm leaving memories, again.
I'm leaving people, half-way, people who in any other circumstance might've been best friends for a long time... unfortunately, I dont have that luxury.
Farewell Tokyo, I know it wasnt ur fault, its never easy to belong for a complexed me.