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"We're Not Swallowed in The Sea" in Moments Dear to my Heart

  • Aug. 11, 2018, 5:26 a.m.
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This summer was the busiest summer I ever had. I have been traveling and had an opportunity to fly to Tokyo for a week. This traveling was not controlled by my parents. So I had a chance to enjoy my time and remember the good old days. I lived in Tokyo for 4 years and spent my teenage years there. I have a lot of memories. Sweet and so bright.
I had a whole night in my control. I decided to take a bike and ride around places that I used to be when I lived there. Night Tokyo is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. This is where my heart belongs. I rode to my school and stood near it for an hour. Remembering all these days I spent there. Remembering all my friends and precious moments. It was dark but I could see the building behind the big security walls. I was alone. Funny how this wonderful moment of my life was spent alone. Near the school, there was a bus station numbered “88”. I used to take this bus every day. Since it was numbered as “88” I would think that number 8 looked like a vertical infinity sign. Imagining that this bus took me to infinity and beyond lol.
Behind the bus station there was this empty place covered with a roof. On rainy days I would stand there protecting myself from getting wet. Sometimes I would talk to my friends there while waiting for the bus. We would talk about everything and anything. So this is a very special place for me. On that night, I brought my marker with me just to write some quotes on the wall of that empty place. I spent 15 minutes thinking about what to write on that brick wall and just thought of some lyrics of the song I liked at that time.
” you belong with me
not swallowed in the sea”
I thought it was perfect. The memory of me and my life will always belong here on this specific brick wall not swallowed in the sea of other memories and other lives.
So I wrote ” We are not swallowed in the sea”.


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