Boxes from Japan

Just opened a load of boxes full of stuff when I was in Japan.

Memories rushing back, images filling my brain, old faces coming to say hello.

Me wondering where time has gone, and where the people are I used to know.

And even if I did find them again, they'd be different like I'm different.

And how it might be better to leave them alone, and have them crystallised in my mind, my perfect images of them.

Forever young, forever influential, forever reverberating those thoughts and feeling of those times and those moments.