Big City Blues (Say You Miss Me Too)
A year since my last visit to Osaka. Oddly, I didn't find myself pining so much to move back as I had last time. Perhaps I had bid farewell in my heart at last.
The name of each place I had ever lived and loved, only to leave, flashed across my vision. Memories of returning somewhere with all my hopes of being reunited, only to find and feel nothing.
That realization of time as a place, one you can't go back to except in memories. Memories will fade over time, emotions lose intensity.
Some things, you're not going to get back no matter how hard you search. You might feel torn for what you've lost. Perhaps you feel freed for what might come next.
Regardless, time keeps moving, so you better get going too.









