11th March was one year anniversary of East Japan-earh quake. Many special programs were on TV. I couldn’t stop watching one of them.

The tsunami-victim had same name of me. Her mum had same name of my mum. Mum was looking for her missing daughter.

She calls my name. She calls my name. She calls my name.

I am missed. I’m here outside of display, can’t answer, can’t hug her.

Am I dead?


I entreat. Let me go. Recieve your life. You are alive in this moment.

Stand up. Walk into blue sky for me and for yourself.