A Kitten And Her Colors

First and foremost is her white fur. Should her fur shine the same hue as the freshly fallen snow, then you can know that happiness is the most prominent emotion. You will see her pink nose, her pink tongue, and you will not help but notice her pure black eyes. But this stays the same no matter the shade of her fur. This is the color that she wears most often, but it is not when she is happiest. This may range from normality to perhaps glee, but anything greater than this is left to another shade. When her fur is white, the world is bright, and she seems to have a love for all that is simple. This is when she is strongest, boldest, when things tend to go their best. And this is because in this state, she is not so vulnerable to the strength of magical things. With white fur, she may control who she is and how she acts.

(White because it is the death or the night and her creativity, as winter may boldly represent, but the birth of morning and of simple joys, as morning will show.)

Secondly is her black coat. The shade of the peaceful and protective night seems to bring magic to her soul. This is her favorite color, for this is when she can think the clearest. Upon this un-perpetuated night, everything seems to have a reason and everything seems to have magic to its name. This is when she will be most creative; this is when she will be most argumentative. This is when she forgets how to be angry, and is able to see everything from a thousand different angles. But this is also when she is weakest. Because in this state she can best understand things, the harsh truth of reality can be easily sickening. And also, although she thinks freely in this state, her mind also forgets how to be happy, it simply wants to be serious and to explore. These things often mean that depression is close at hand. In this state, she hovers close to many dangerous and ruining thoughts, and a complete loss of Hope. But this is usually when she is most helpful to others, for this is when she can best understand the problems of others and think of an answer. Hardly ever does this mood visit in the presence of another except perhaps the presence of the one that she truly loves. This mood is saved for a moment alone, or a walk through the forest.

(Black because the night is filled with magic and symbolism. Black because it is full and lively. Black because the light seems so to disagree with her.)

And then there is her orange fur. When her coat is as lively colored as a fire’s dancing flames, you know she is more than happy. This mood begins at ecstasy and goes beyond. This is when music seems to seize her entire being. Here she will remember songs of long ago, she will sing songs of today. And this is when the music will mean the most to her. This is when all her emotions will be at their highest peak. Her love, her joy, her desire. This is when she will laugh the most, and this is when she will most want to be with others. To be with others so that she may share with them her happiness. The downfall of this great happiness is that her mind will not be clear. She will hardly think of what others will think of her, or if they would want things of her. She will only remember that she is happy and that she wants others to be, too.

(Orange because she fears flames because they are so uncontrollably powerful. Orange because it is the color of her one and greatest teacher, where she will touch upon things that have never before occurred to her.)

And of course there are the blue and yellow hues. These come in many different degrees, and neither are good signs. Blue will come when she is sad. Something has been brought to her attention that has completely disappointed her. And she wishes so that she could do something to make this sadness be otherwise, that it makes her heart seem to weigh a thousand pounds. In this state she feels sick and devoid of the ability to help or live. This is when she will seek entertainment to occupy her mind, for the only thoughts she can entertain are those no one ever should wish to. This mood rarely visits, and when it does, rarely stays long, but as nothing is perfect, on some days it must be.
Yellow is when she is sick. When her body will not afford her good health, and her energies are simply drained. In this land, all seems drab; nothing seems to have any magic. For though magic may cure many things, it cannot sure this sickness. In these moments, there will be no joy, clear thought, or desire to live more than required. But she has learned to be patient with this hue, for as soon as it flees, her energies return, closely followed by her joys.

(Blue because of the water, her greatest fear. It seems to be a weight that pulls on her, and that seems to close in on every side. It reminds her of and borders on despair. This is when she must remember that none of this is real, and that she is not truly drowning. Yellow because it is the glaring and beating sun, and while is it necessary to a successful return to life, on many levels, it simply seems like a needless period of waiting. Waiting for the night to return, waiting for her health to return.)

Another rare shade is gray fur, a mix of black and white. This happens only when she is totally enraptured by the spirit of another being. This is when he body is weakened with love, and her heart is filled with desire. Here she will think clearly, and be bold in her wishes, but also she will be creative and argumentative. It is a strange mood, and as it comes for love, it is just as mysterious.

(Gray because it is the dawn and the sunset, the most mysterious and magical times, yet the shortest and most easily forgotten.)

She Speaks of Death

She sayth: I love seems this fellow, but he to ignore me sometimes. Sometimes I consider the life, existence. But I have anxiety that this becomes superfluous and stupid. If you felt generally depressed or just sad, you observed probably suicide under many other things. Nevertheless I reject to think of these things, seem just uses it and to wish seem die too many people.

Death carry one certainly glory that all similar people will seek. One certainly sadness it makes seems always a lighter outlook. A wish for death and a consideration of the life both at all minds will register and will go past, run that peacefully or chaotic this earth.

She sayth: All completion that you win of the death is short-lived. Because death is not somewhat, you can explain your friends. Is so, although, the idea of the death light, we not misuse, or to show, ungratitude to although the life is given to us, require we hopeless death? Or even any type feeling that can comfort us over death. What is with the Obsession of the death if one is living?

The words that you speak, are so true, break it my heart, to hear. That should over somewhat so short and true profit loose possess.

Perhaps they were surprised this: life is so short, and time will not remember me. Is there a difference that I die today or tomorrow?

Lasted although, the folly of the Wollens is, to register death if you have life. There is therefore much here to be seen, had was happy, and over. Perhaps they only must be shown.

She sayth: You grasp have sister, you a point right there from.

Because there are no words, everything, that I can make, smile is.

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.