I sit with the curtains drawn open. There is light glimmering through the glass pane and glittering in my eyes. Caricatures of light from the modern day japan are here to entertain like the courtesans of yester years a lonely soul. Flickering with their own dazzle they bedazzle even a bored mind like mine.
I am keeping awake to see when this city sleeps. I bar my eyelids from lowering down to experience the warmth of the fading lights. Their dance of thousand colours lures me; the smoke from their glow entices me to wrap myself in it. I want to go out on my own and take the city in my palm as I walk its street. I don't want to be a dog wagging its tail behind those who think they master the lanes and by lanes of Tokyo. I want to make a paper plane and venture out alone amongst unknown faces flying on my little plane, not fearing its crash. What I fear is discovery. To discover and not get discovered is my intention- to greet strangers and meet them again just once, once acquainted; to cross a place twice but not call it my own; to be able to see across vast lands but not spot my own self in the sphere of vision; to only discover myself after losing the inhibitions, the apprehensions, the pretensions my existence as a person came along with. The fading lights welcome me to a new dawn. Let me get unleashed.
