A creative afternoon from the top of the world.

Spent the afternoon alone on the roof of the tallest skyscraper in Tokyo and glared at the huge metropolis that lied down below while brainstorming stories and ideas.
From that height Tokyo looked like an immense ocean of energy and the sky was gloomy. Greenish/red hues covered up the entire skyscape hiding those distant things we call stars.
It looked the heavens would fall.
Though, that far glimpse of Mount Fuji in the distance made me feel an unexplainable sense of peacefulness and bliss.
Nature VS Modernity...what a delightful paradox.
You can't tear a rose petal without rippling the line of the stars which control the continuity of that ancient breach, rooted inside our consciousness, that I call chaos.
I was there...observing the majestic Mount Fuji San...and my long hair drifting around my neck like excited black shadows.
Thoughts, passing by.
A wide variety of emotions, which I couldn't even understand, slapped my entire being and consciousness.
And that sensation of eternity...what did it mean?
An everlasting glimmer of pure innocent irrationality colliding with the dark breaches inside my consciousness?

Where is she? The love of my life I met only in my dreams...

Will she ever exist? 

I walked back to the lift...my hair waving around me like a black ghost...my long jacket fluttering upon the wind...and my eyes glazing the near future.
Tokyo...I have loved you, I have felt you, I have experienced you and I have HATED you.
But now...it's time for a good bye. Not a farewell...but a long good bye.
And while walking away I imagined a burning cigarette flying down the skyscraper like a dying sparkle of energy with approximately 7-8 seconds of life.

Soon to disappear, lonely, into the realm of existence like a snowflake in the Sahara Desert.