We are all lost. We are looking for the missing pieces of ourselves, but the more we travel the more we break ourselves. I don’t know what I am doing here. Staying up past midnight, writing every morning, in silence. No place has everything we need. I’m more broken than I’ve ever been. But I love mending these broken pieces of who I was into who I am to be.

The photo above was taken on the 9^th floor of the Shibuya Hikarie (渋谷ヒカリエ) building, the floor above my office, this morning.