wasting my life

For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Experimental.   I think – When I was born, I was capable of seeing more than my eyes could see. Soon, I started to lose sight and learn to stare only at my feet. I might notice, once in a while, that I can still see much more…

be good

  If you encounter an obstacle, you might get motivated to pick up and fight. If you have nothing to push against, no resistance, then, you could fall.     背負っているものが大きすぎて、少しの時間、現実と、思い出とか夢の間をフラフラする。その時だけは、あまり考えずに。  

the wonder of a jungle

  Life in the jungle is harsh, and peace rests in death. “They wouldn’t come near the dead of their own kind,” someone once said. What’s left, however, entraps the grieving and wanderers.     何かやっても、何もやらなくても、一生懸命生きてる。 何かやりたいことがあるんだったら、やってみたら?    

trick or treat

  I tend to dissect natural instincts such as procreation and predatory behavior and feed on the rationale, conscience, and cognizance. For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Ghoulish.  

in the distance

… I see the light.   For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Glow and Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge, In the distance.  


  Once I realized that posting my sappy poems on Facebook was too obtrusive, I stopped. I used to post every anniversary of my husband’s death. It was a cry of “Listen to me.” I now wait until someone reaches out to me. They’d PM me, especially if they have time to post something on…


  Myths and lies are three-dimensioned and four-walled and require five senses. I believe in imagination.   For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Believe. 期待は期待はずれの元だから。  

love is …

Don’t break me … Don’t fix me … Stay with me.   For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Deny.  

alone in a crowd

  Nature suffocates me. Humans isolate me. I prefer to stand alone, looking up at the sky, in the middle of a bustling city. 大自然の中で息苦しくなり、人間社会ではあまりにも孤独だから、いっそ、せわしい街中で、一人で空を見上げていたい。  

a vanishing act

  Something inside me popped, dissolved, and died. The residue spread like a dark stain on a white shirt, getting bigger and larger, giving way. I waited for the stubborn struggle to dissipate, but, in the end, it closed in on me. Forgotten or despised, which is better? “Who is this?” or “I never liked…

exit this way

  I am looking for a door. I don’t know whether I lost sight somewhere along the way or it never existed. I am looking for a door. It doesn’t matter where it might lead me, so long as it opens to a new place. I am looking for a door. I don’t wanna be…