A Sparkling Little Box

Cut out the sea
and put it in a frame

The scent of the tide
in my pocket

Gently
swaying

quiet
silver light


sea breeze
soft

sandy beach
walking

whistling
a tune

Sparkling
murmuring

seasons
passing by

Open the inlaid
little box

Softly
whispering

A secret story

*I have used an illustration by Akari Kudo for the header image.

There was a time when I had the creative urge but couldn't come up with a single word, and then, upon seeing Akari Kudo's illustration, words suddenly began to overflow one after another.
I am always helped by illustrations that stir my inspiration.

I am afraid of words.
It is precisely because I am afraid that I feel there are words that can be seen.
Recently, along with that fear, I have often found myself deeply troubled and thinking about the responsibility of the words I spin and choose.
Without knowing how to explain or resolve this bewilderment, I have been carrying these hazy feelings deep within my heart.

In the article by Akari Kudo that I would like to introduce this time, words that clear away such haziness were written down.

"Writing is agony, and at the same time, purification."

Words that can only be spun by a creator who continues to write are scattered like jewels.


Akari Kudo's words are overflowing with a warmth and compassion like a stream flowing with spring, brought by spring water waiting for the snow to melt.

This is Akari Kudo's article.
I feel that it is content that many creators will resonate with.