Head far away
Written at 1:23 AM on Sunday, June 29, 2008
I was looking over the drafts of my year 12 major work the other day and found all the ancient pieces of paper filled with scattered sentences. I stumbled upon this particular paragraph and now I have the urge to fly to Tokyo.
Like a fine sheet of velvety violet, the sky hung above the city repelled by the sheer glare of the neon, the energetic pulsating rhythms of life that danced below.
Row after row, the strings of celestial sparks lined the district of Harajuku, lighting a stretched path to the distant horizon. The air was chilled crisp and crackled with the thin fragility of dry ice. Vague movements of the anonymous darkness along the sidewalks flowed and the decibels of energy, oscillated like sound waves.
Tokyo was awake once again.
Row after row, the strings of celestial sparks lined the district of Harajuku, lighting a stretched path to the distant horizon. The air was chilled crisp and crackled with the thin fragility of dry ice. Vague movements of the anonymous darkness along the sidewalks flowed and the decibels of energy, oscillated like sound waves.
Tokyo was awake once again.