Lost in Tokyo
it's 4:00 a.m. on a satueday night, and my insomnia is getting increasingly worse.the circles around my eyes are so heavily hung that i look like a raccon wandering helplessly through the day time. i've become additcted to coffee and ciggarettes so much that it's pretty much all i've consumed of lately. here in the heart of tokyo japan a city in which no one ever sleeps i can't help but feel more alone. my journey to find myself has more or less left me feeling even more empty and unsatyisefd than expected. i spent my night watching old movies in badly dubbed jappanese in my tiny one person hotel suite eating cold hotel japanese with a half empty bottle of cheap wine and ciggarettes. The rain however brought an unexpected stranger into my tiny complex. he is a talk young japanesse private investagator he seemed to be sick when i ran into him at a bar something about 30 cans of expired peaches and love he mumbled. he is more or less as lonley as i am and far more heartbroken, and since i've been suffering from lack of emotion i decided to invite him to my room until the storm passed and he was feeling better. needless to say i was just looking for a bit of company or some one to bask with me in my misrey. japan is really beautiful and my photogrpahy and poetry have taken to a whole nother level while being here, but they are still pretty much the same teenage sappy emotinal crap that i wrote in 8th grade. i guess somewhere on my journey i flew off coruse of all maps and became so lost in the translation it will be impossible for me to ever be found. however despite my current apathy the stranger and i shared a few laugh over 3 bottles of cheap whine and cheap japanese and his american comic obession until about 1:30 when he passed out cold on my cot. leaving me with an half empty wine bottle in my left hand and a freshly lit ciggarette in my right.it's pretty much safe to say that everything began to feel a but hazy with the smoke and the fact that i was pretty boozed up with achcol, so i started to feel invietable sort of like i could never be killed or destroyed, that if at thaT very moment an asian mafia had shot a bullet thorugh my window that was aimed perfectly straight for my heart it would have merly riccoheced off my breast right into the heart of the bastard who'd attempted to murder me. leaving him dead and me without a scatch to show for it. it was at about 2 when the rain eased up and an erie quiet fell around me the world had finaly stopped time had slown down and frozen so i could lingre in my lonelyness forever with a perfect stranger in my bed. i didn't even know his name but suddenly as i looked at him lying in my bed muscles perfectly angled and built just right he tall dark and extrmely dashing his smile in his sleep nearly made me go weak in the knees and i was sitting on the floor. so i thought to myself pehaps i should bring strangers home more often. and perhaps i should stay here for awhile with that being said i climbed into the bed next to him and slowly drifted off into sleep.