it's 6 am

i am still in osaka

and ready to start work

this hotel room is like a box

and i am inside it

wearing my bed clothes

from another time

remembering sissi

i wish i was in vienna again

a first day in osaka

last time i came

life was so different

and i was different too

i like the idea

that we might let some traces

behind us

visible sometimes

often invisible

like a story board that we follow

with our eyes closed

like i love to imagine the past story

of a vintage cardigan that i just bought

did someone realised her dreams wearing it ?