I miss Tokyo.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo much.

Shibuya

I close my eyes and I can see, smell, taste, hear and feel Tokyo.

I can see the colours of the neon lights blinking behind my eyelids.
I can smell the sweet and burnt sauce of yakitori wafting out from an izakaya.
I can taste the slightly bitter air of the streets on my tongue.
I can hear the nasal voices of the Japanese school girls who are standing beside me.
I can feel the people brush past me as they perpetually rush to their destinations.

I wanna be there.
NOW.
With you.