Taisei Igarashi
Nov 2 · 3 min read

call me in your language

the stops on the u bahn remind me of your summer

of your smile

show me who you really are

what really makes you lean in

there is no balance scale

no check list

we’re both fulfilling our freewilling destiny and turning over the ball of life

spreading kindness

no expectations

keep pushing

youll find everything you never looked for

threesomes at five in the morning

we lift ourselves above the muddy waters and reflect ourselves onto the blue sky

go, go

only upwards forwards

whereever your mind is clearer

we must strive for a logical tomorrow

feel ourselves to happiness and truth

contentment drives us towards change and uncomfort

the whiskey talks to me in my dreams and the kahlua makes me smile

winter time and sparse lights

i hold you against the candles and question the twinkles in your eyes

choking you in silence

in sweet breaths

im going home

my face feels cold

its mostly warm

i wonder if this routineless life fills my nothings with everything

my everythings with nothing

with you

do this

help her

talk to him

lets get this moving somewhere

bewegen

zurechtfinden

the wanderlust is found in the still

the still life

the destilled life

water in my veins we fall to our kness and pray to a god that speaks to us through his music

repent my sins i live for compensation and penitance

this maraud ends in versimilitude

somewhere down the line

love meets poetry

and you meet her

and build a daily life on top of these broken paint brushes and mixed colors

the canvas with the open window

flowing curtains

pick a city

thats where your artistic journey is

words pouring onto paper i think of you in the rain

and run around imagining the smile the tears on your face

stumbling over words

i await you and no one else

you are more than a game

you are the best love of my life i can come up with

you are the candle light in my fifty storms

you are the martyr that sacrificed yourself in this merciless bedroom

this carnal carnival

we rest our souls on a restless need to travel and make new friends

strains we cause out of necessity

i didnt choose you

the grass rustles against your personality

the tuktuks and yoga retreats and vegan cleansing

we wash away our insecurities with ten euro smoothies

please!

please

the aesthetic of the lion in the cage is that it cannot fly

it roars with the might of a chinese emperor

hidden behind the walls of the forbidden city

we pray together for judgement day and salvation

knowing our impending deaths prevent the comfrontation

black seats and black bags

we talk about nothing in the dark room

the red wine swishing around inside me

how do you build your happiness around me when you dont need me

we are lost on our path to happiness

taking wrong turn after wrong turn

bumping into each other

throwing me around you realize the irony of this fucking circus

and subside to radio silence

my nothings into everthing

my everythings into nothing

you subside to radio silence

Taisei Igarashi

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Writer & Student. Tokyo, Tulsa, now in Berlin. IG: @taithewriter

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