there is nothing more pleasant sometimes, than changing places.
it gives you that unique feeling of freedom, willingness, priorities..

there is nothing more important sometimes, than changing homes.
people used to call it betrayal, i have my dignity to call it a temporaly switch.
for example, my so perfect trip is to ride morning plane, flying back to Osaka.
alone. i already explained before why comparing to Tokyo, i feel there calmed.
take a long ride to the forests, hide in the mountains, eat rum and rasin ice-cream.
drink a lot of gin in the evening, use people emotional borders close at hand, play.
sleep in the great apartments, not getting furious when your toasts were burnt. ww

slowly, going along with your inner flow.

coming home again, being passionate about others again. honestly?
i just can not go and produce to the very final cut to the cord of the issue.
hence, i keep coming back round again and again.

probably once, i will. probably one day, we do. probably, you and i. but.
sometimes i just like sitting in a dark airport with shadowed lights, alone.
watching the planes, flying by. watching the green and blue lights, flashing.

i would write you a book how to rule, right at hand.
but you know, it is just getting tossy these days.)