two am in the iris garden

idk why i'm here

no that’s a lie

i’m here because japan is yet to be written in my page

and my god is it wonderful

not a single soul in sight (at least that i can see)

there are ducks wading in the pond

quacking to the stretched pitch black

as i sit here under this pavilion watching and writing

i wonder where i am fourteen hours before

spider lily hill

i’m sorry i can’t see you.

shoutout grandma

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