And here I go at it again!

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First of all, I have to say thank you to all of you for following me here Medium.

It does mean the world to me. Your support, your kind words and constant support is a source of comfort and happiness. And because I always want to share my “new adventures” with you, I would like to tell you that I am starting a blog on vocal as well.

Lots of love,

Yoneko x

Thanks God! 2020 is over!!

The vaccine is here, and hopefully this #COVID-19 nightmare will end soon. I am an optimistic. I am. I want to believe that the vaccine will be given to the most vulnerable people. Yes, including the elderly and people with pre-existing medical conditions. And I hope all the governments are able to secure the necessary amount of vaccines for their respective populations.

Today, more than ever, sharing is important.

I wish us all a wonderful 2021, and please do not pay attention to the “what did you achieve this 2020?” posts that the-so-called-influencers love promoting…

I’ve never had a daruma doll before. I always thought they were beautiful, I just simply didn’t get one. Don’t know why, maybe it’s just one of those things.

But walking on the beach in the British shoreline, I find myself thinking of Japan. The every day things I used to do, eat, enjoy and have at hand.

I sit among the pebbles and mindlessly pick one after another and then, a pebble with a rare and yet familiar shape catches my eye.

“It can’t be, can it?,” I ask to no one.

I look at it, and it’s definitely…

Skies of Japan and England, two different continents, and yet the blue of the sky is quite similar. Do you know why I love looking at the sky? Because sometimes it seems like the clouds are caressing the earth.

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The Hibiya shrine, one of my favourite shrines,I don’t know how to describe it but there’s something about it that makes it “magical.”

I’ve read somewhere that we consider it a “power spot” in Japan, “power spot” often refers to a place where a special “energy” is felt.

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“I’ll miss you. Will we see each other again?” I ask to the moon

“Only time would tell,” she replies and few little raindrops fall on my cheek crying the tears I don’t dare to cry. “But this is the perfect night to say goodbye. And yes, I’ll miss you, too,” she finally admits.

“Wait for me,” I beg her. But she doesn’t reply anymore, she is hiding behind clouds. And It breaks my heart to think she is as sad as I am.

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Picture by Yoneblogger

A few years ago, I rented a tiny tiny teeny-weeny apartment in the suburbs of Tokyo. It was nothing special, it wasn’t posh nor luxurious, but it was home. The light lingered in the windows a little longer during spring, and during the winter we made sure to be cozy and warm.

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I can’t sleep. The night refuses to cover me in its silence, and I can’t help but to feel hopeless, while the rest of the world sleeps, I lie awake lost in the chaos of my mind. Trapped in it. However, I feel the calm of the night not within me, but in others, I listen to the invisible presence of the night angels covering humans with stardust.

I listen to the invisible presence of the night angels covering humans with stardust

Sometimes, I see them, and they hide from me because they must never be seen. So, I pretend…

Just walking down the street on my way to my new favourite coffee I found this.

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Picture by @yoneblogger


Yoneko Shiraishi is a writer, who loves sharing posts about life, and love. She also works as a consultant

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