The Seasons and its Colors

Erik, the orange tabby, bears the color of fall. He represents the beginning of her death. Well, the death of her innocence. He is her first friend and he introduces her to life itself. Life is her death. The more of life she sees pass by, the more she "dies." Erik, is the fall, he is the beginning of winter.
Kimiko, herself, wears a pure white gown. Also, as a kitten, she has a pure white fur. The white is supposed to symbolize her purity in Heaven and her innocence down on Earth. This innocence has been broken by a single "event." The event is represented by the blackness of her eyes. Her eyes take up so little of her form yet one look at them can make one forget everything else about her. All they will see is her eyes. Her eyes actually represent her shame, banishment, and well, death. The white of her robe and fur of pure white, though, also represent winter. In fact, she blends into the snow to hide herself from life. Winter can symbolize opression, death, and also beauty. These descriptions each fit her at some point or other.
The "monk" wears a brown cloak with a green belt. These colors represent the spring and her rebirth. In this case, it's a rebirth of hope.
Despite this, though, all good things must come to an end, and winter must come again. Underneath, he is just as white and winter-ish as she is.
Perhaps she will learn to see the beauty of winter despite the bad.

The Gardens

The Gardens represent who I am.
The first garden was created by those with Holy names. The Lord's name comes to mind, as well as those of my mother and father. Those names are Holy. They have originally made me into what I am.
Then, there was a rain storm. The storm represents many things. It represents all the things that led me to believe I needed to hide my innocence or to simply be someone different. Part of me believes that I should never have left that first garden, for it could have been great, but now what has been done, is done. All I can do now is regret.
So, I left, this fact is unalterable. Also, no matter what, a person will always be a person, and a person will have a personality. So, as I left my first and true garden, I planted myself other gardens. Yes, I tried many, and each failed. I like to think that in each new garden I tried a new exotic plant that I knew little of. This plant, so mysterious to me, then grew out of my control, like an unwanted weed. It took over everything in my garden and ruined it, driving me away to plant another.
There had to be a specific time when I finally admitted that my garden was ruined. How I knew this probably came from the words of another. They were in my garden, loving it, loving me, when suddenly, they didn't want to be there. That became the sign. When people left my garden, it was time for me to leave too and create a new garden. No matter how hard I tried, though, that same evil plant always kept coming back and ruining my garden...
Hopefully I have finally returned to my real garden, and I can finally be home again... There, that evil plant cannot grow, for it is artificial and not part of my true self.
Some of the people that I have created gardens for, and abandoned gardens for include: Jennifer, Tiffany, Fanny, Aaron, Jenna, Brian, and Phil. The last to make me leave though, has been Kelly. I did not understand why I left my garden of late. I simply followed the crowd.
I still don't quite understand why they left... and they still don't quite like my newfound garden...
So here I am, in an old, untended, and overgrown garden, with a withering rose at my feet. The rose does not belong here. Just as the exotic plant did not belong in my other gardens.
As tending the rose seems to be the only thing my garden will allow me to do, I will do it unhappily, awaiting permission, so to speak.

I Don't Know Why I Just Created This

Perhaps it is because I need to hide from something. I know very well that there are only two places you can wisely hide: in the dark forest and in an illuminated crowd. Here in a way I can find both, and neither at the same time.
Here I am in a crowd, unknowing, uncaring. Here I am plunged in a darkness of an unfamiliar forest.
But truly I am nowhere, only in my home, hiding among familiar people. There is the hardest place to hide. But I will not be found here, for no one here suspects I am hiding. They all believe me to be safely at home.