nothing to hold on to.

he can't even think anymore. there's the heat of Japan in July fucking with him, the girl that he can't get over how amazing she is even though it's the worst possible time to have someone back home to miss, the shinanigans with figuring out post-secondary, trying to keep above water in a land where he barely speaks enough of the language to be able to get by and only be laughed at a few times, and much more in the back of his mind. he's just stopped thinking, these days it's just letting his camera run his brain. at least he's getting some good pictures, pictures for her.  the mosquitoes have really enjoyed him, he's covered in itchy little bites, of course him being the one that's allergic and gets swelling and scars more often than not. it's tiring him put, all the trying to get to sleep even with the bites driving him crazy. he just wants to be somewhere he can fall asleep for a little bit with her in his arms to feel safe. all he wants is the pain and itches to go away. he needs her to keep his mind of the constant itch on his ankles, knuckles, arms, shoulders, everywhere.  after so much sun and heat the rain is welcome, only it tries to happen in the cooler nights and in buckets when he's outdoors in only flip-flops, a T-shirt, and leggings. so much for summer in Tokyo.... <3 <3