A wavering light, swaying between lost and found.

At times I feel I have it all, and irrespective of what happens, I know I do.

I have the gift of life.

In Tokyo, my questions remain unanswered. Yet there are sparks of light amongst it all, embers of overwhelming love. Lost in the world I cling to these, and let them light the way.

We’re all a bit lost, how could we not be, unsure of where we’re going, unsure of where our steps will lead.

Yet that’s the beauty too, the magic, for it can’t be perfectly clear whether things will happen in the way we wish.

Because of this, life becomes a beautiful game of opportunity.

The flame may flicker, it will sway, fueled by love, as long as it doesn’t diminish, things will be okay.