I grew up surrounded by love, unconditional love. I never doubt if my family would be there for me. Because they loved me so, my parents raised me to conform to the society’s norms. That way, they thought, I would lead a happy life. My husband despised anyone trying to fit in and respected the…

feeling unmoored

I have no one waiting for me or needing me, no responsibilities – socially or personally, and no sense of reality nowadays. Do people call this an unmoored life? Disconnected, unattached, loose, therefore, confused, insecure, and unstable.   For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Unmoored.     定期的に、3日くらい続けて何もしたくなくなる。ただ、ただ、頭をパソコンに突っ込む。現実を見ないように。惨めな自分の姿に気づかないように。    


If I do nothing and accomplish nothing, then I have nothing to regret, … right?   For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Precipice.  

like mother, like daughter

I am a daughter. I am a sister. I have been a friend. I have been a missus. I’ve never been a mother or called “Mommy” either. But, I am my mother. 母にずいぶん似てきたと言われる。 褒め言葉でもないような——— 。    

in a daze

It’s getting dark, and I’m tired. Sitting on the dusty floor with my back against the hard wall, I eat a bowl of cereal for dinner, alone, for the third night in a row. A dead end. Again.   For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Maze.  


I’m glad it’s raining. I’ll laze around, not showered, until some inspiration moves my fingers. I don’t have to do anything. I can’t mow or wash dogs … it’s raining! My life is that bland and boring when it IS happening. When you have a job you keep to pay bills, families you tolerate, a…


With thick dark clouds threatening, I walk towards the colossal rainbow. It bridges the sky from south to west. The closer I get, the taller and mightier it gets. While the rest of the sky is dreary, as if to encourage me, its inviting glow is reaching out. I smile luminously. Then, the colors start…

first love

  You loved hard, and you’re scarred. Now you know the colors of heart, – bright, vivid, dark and plain, you will find love again.   君が残してくれたもの。 君が教えてくれたこと。  


They don’t know what it’s like to live in misery. They tell me to get out. Oh, wait. They don’t tell me. They don’t care. You’d probably want to have your happy life back if it’s taken. If all you do is reminisce though, you crave a chance to start a new life. We all…


Spring and summer make me anxious. I sense the excitement, anticipation, giddiness, prospect, all the things I dread. I like fall. I don’t care if I shall die without accomplishing anything magnificent. I don’t seem to be able to pick up right now. I wouldn’t change a thing. All the mistakes I forfeited, all the…


John Lennon said to imagine the world with no countries. If we had one passport, of the world, would there be no war then? Doubtful. Passports alone do not seem to divide or unite people. It is an identity given by your birth country or/and by the country of residence. There still are religions, languages,…


Nightmare is singing again, a lullaby, familiar and comforting. In the perpetual darkness, a faint ray of hope shimmers and fades, sinking deep down where nothing could reach, not even tears. As soon as I surface, they talk. Those sober creatures. They say to be positive and be happy. Happy? Happy!? Oh, don’t you see…