You once dreamed of reaching for the stars.Standing on tiptoe, precariously,you looked up at the cloudy sky and searched.You’ve since traveled, seen, and heard.Or so you’re convinced.Have you dreamed lately? 星を見たいけど、この狭い場所からは、見上げても曇った空の向こうはわからない。そう思った日。あれから、できる範囲で、出かけて、見て、聞いた…つもりになっているけど、星は見えたかい？ For What Do You See #65. Continue reading dear me
To dream, to achieve, and to thrive. Seize everything and embrace nothing. I’d instead run while its’ still fun and keep searching. Because… Will I, for sure, get to see another day when the sun rises? 夢って何なんだろう。 夢を叶えるって。 やりたいことって。 次々に手をつけては、 放っていくのは悪いのかって。 あてもなく走り続ける。 明日があるのかって。 陽がまた確実に昇るのかって。 Continue reading torpor
“We can’t afford that,” her mom pulled her tiny hand and hissed. “I know,” she kept her eyes on the princess doll inside a plastic case. “I’m not asking you to get it but please, let me look at her for a while.” For Three Line Tales, Week 171. Continue reading a misty dream
Do right, they say. But, I’m not sure what’s right. I wonder what it’s like to be who you are, not who you’re expected to be, and do what you love, not what you’re supposed to do. I wonder if it’s too late. Too late to dream. Too old to try. Never, they say. And, I hear. Go for it…? 白黒はっきりせず、灰色しか見えない。「しっかりしなきゃ」と「もうどうでもいい」のあいだ。正義心はエゴかも。 ワクワクするものを忘れないで。見つけに行こうか。 Continue reading in the dark
It lives in the maze inside me and eats everything. Like others, when given a chance, it bursts outside and scurries away, leaving me a mere shell of myself. When the morning comes, and the ordinary starts shuffling, I will wake up a little lighter. For Three Line Tales – week 137. Continue reading dream eater
Tenderness lingers. Gone is my soul, my refuge. I am not afraid of days anew, passing on. Memories and secrets ebb. 思い出と昔に残した自分。 でも、進んでいくから。 Continue reading perchance
I step outside. It is dark. The moonlight guides me. I wander onto the path and beyond, into the land of imagination, or images from memory? I recognize the people I know and care. Their faces are blurry, but the feeling of familiarity and comfort permeates. Then, a sense of melancholy overwhelms me. I know that they won’t stay, they’ll be gone. I follow … Continue reading lucid dream
Can I be silly and ridiculous? Like when I was a child; when my hair was down, and walking barefoot was the norm; when I didn’t know much; when I chased the impossible, like soaring birds. Can I be a fool and follow my dreams? For Three Line Tales, Week 76 Continue reading emancipation
I can’t do it…. Or, can I…? You only have to see a unicorn once. For Three Line Tales, Week 57 Continue reading enchanted
She used to kick her feet high up in the air, swing into her fantasy, and wonder, “What will I be when I grow up?” Once she grew up, however, she swayed to and fro between her dream and reality, and often mulled over, “What am I doing?” The swing is now stationary, and she spends her time caressing the past and watching the loved … Continue reading the swing
