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I can't even begin to find the words to describe how I have been feeling lately. My days are spent in bed for the most part, reading and sleeping and reading some more. I feel as if I am permanently exhausted and I could sleep for days. For about a day or two, all I have been listening to is Lullatone. I wish it was snowing. I wish this year was over. My bed is piled with books and blankets and pillows. I spend hours on my computer immersing myself in art, old and new. Just another escape.
I wish I was back in Japan. In my Hiroshima hotel room, looking out to the river and the cherry blossom trees. I wish I could take my books and walk across the street to the cafe for tea and green and pink and purple macaroons. I wish I could walk again by the river, underneath the blossoming trees, feeling the paper swans under my finger tips and listening to the distant traffic. I wish I could take the train to Tokyo and loose myself in the streets all day and all night, among the lights and the smells and the crowds of people. To be alone but not alone at all. I wish I was in Kyoto again, so I could slowly make my way through all the temples, in such sweet silence. I have never known a peace as sweet as I had found in Japan. It was nestled in the gardens, in the cafes and restaurants, in the temples and on riverbanks, I found it everywhere.
