It rejects me: who I am and what I am.It hits me, kicks me, and shoves me hard.But, I stand on my two feet, defying my existence and surrendering to invisibility and insignificance. アタシさえいなければ。ボクなんていなくても。 Continue reading the world without me
Sometimes, we believe we are invincible and righteous at the same time. We step on other human beings in order to stand tall.
Our economy is fueled by inequity. We become the oppressed and bullies and are rewarded by meager paychecks.
By looking away and walking away, saying that it’s not me, that I don’t do it, we protect our loved ones and our lives in make-believe safety and remain outsiders.
Sparkles on foliage after the morning rain And the aroma of wet grass flowing. I look into the dogs’ bright eyes, their heads tilting. The darkness at night, Grief and suffering of people, And shadows in my head wailing. I scratch the dogs’ bellies nearby, their paws on me. A glimpse of hope and dreams, Maybe, belongs to the future. Lessons learned … Continue reading dark
Judging is easier than falling. 人生は禅問答。不思議なまま終わっちゃう。 Continue reading comparison
When I was a child, I was not aware of monsters. As I grew up, I became afraid. Now, I abide by their rules. いつから怖がりになったのだろう。 小心者なのは、生まれつきだろうが。 Continue reading to fear
The restaurant is busy with lunch patrons. We take our table next to the open window. The breeze attempts to calm my nerves while I catch up with my friends. Their bemused smiles never waver while I talk about the book I read. I listen with polite nods while they talk about their families whom I have never met. None of us finish the … Continue reading growing apart
I used to wear masks. One for each occasion – for protection, for performance, for ritual and ceremonial purposes, and for disguise to avoid recognition. One day, I threw them into the woods. The sound of the shatter roared exoneration, emancipation. Once the composure reclaimed, I contemplated. After careful deliberation, I now live in hiding and often wear masks. Written for Friday … Continue reading masks
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Breaking the Law.” “Think about the last time you broke a rule (a big one, not just ripping the tags off your pillows). Were you burned, or did things turn out for the best?” I do not try to cause troubles and do my best to follow rules. I believe that rules are necessary since we are … Continue reading a cup of tea