Somethng to think about

Shut your eyes and tell me what you see.
No, the answer isn’t darkness.
Tell me what you see.

Cover your ears and tell me what you hear.
No, the answer isn’t silence.
Tell me what you hear.

Hold your breath and tell me what you smell.
No the answer isn’t nothing.
Tell me what you smell.
Just think about it…okay?
Kimberley Doreen x

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Life isn't a game, it's a competition.

Kimberley Doreen x

Lost Drafts

We write our story slowly, editing its pages, making it sound as exciting as we can.
All our victories are recorded there, yet very little does it say about our defeats.

There's no shame in losing we're told, but if that's true, why do we not hear from them?? The losers?
No one wants to own up to it I figure. No one is strong enough to take defeat in their stride because they're ashamed.
Why be ashamed of your story? I don't understand.
Everyone's story is edited. No one keeps their drafts anymore. I suppose in a world like ours, they're just not good enough. The real stories. We're forced to make half of it up, just to hold the readers attention. Sad.

Well. I'm determined to change that. I'm going to tell my story like it's being written. I'm proud of my story, of my mistakes, my defeat, because it's me. Show me your draft, and I'll show you mine.
And we'll read it together.

Kimberley Doreen x

Why so calm ?

Why do we feel so calm, standing on a pier that is being tormented by angry waves, pushing up against it's sides? Standing alone, straight, against the wind urging towards the edge.
Should we not feel frightened? Scared that the wind will eventually send us into the depths of the darkened water below?  But no, we continue to stand tall, searching the dismal horizon for a sign we're not alone.
Calm.

A storm is coming, and all I can do, is stand on the pier and feel completely calm in myself, my life and the world. Doesn't that make you question anything? Not my health or safety, but I suppose in a way, life.
How is it possible that while one thing is happening, however terrible it may be, something great is happening elsewhere?
I don't know the answer. I don't think I ever really will. But maybe I will be given hints throughout my life. Hopefully by the end of mine, I will know the answer.
By this time it will be too late to teach the children asking the same question. Maybe that's what life is about, searching for an answer and then finding it?

Beats me.

Kimberley Doreen xx

World of Secrets

There're so many things that are not visible to us, yet we are not blind.

I disagree.

People say you can't see love. you can't see sadness. you can't see happiness.
No, to them, you can only feel it. They must be senseless, because I can do both.

You see these emotions every single day, it's only you cannot identify them, because you are not the one expericencing it. We tend to discard small things; facial experessions, body gestures, etc, for basic communication, similiar to a language. True. False.
With the aid of others, we are shown these emotions in basic forms. Paintings. Photography. Drawings.
Photography, to me, is the purest form of these emotions, without experiencing them first hand. It reflects real life more, as most emotions captured are using people to do so.

Being a teenager, I am yet to expericence certain things. But it doesn't mean I'm unaware of them. Sometimes by looking at a photo, I feel as though I am the one there in the photo, instead of the person.

The world as it is, some people are more gifted than others. Zhang Jingna (Zemotion) is one of the very few photographers that allows me in on the world's secrets. Thank-you for letting me see what emotions look like, and for me, feel like.
Cheers Jingna.

Kimberley Doreen x

Not enough

I don't think you realize how much you occupy my mind.
Many nights, I don't sleep well, because you keep me up.
Many nights, I dream peacefully, because you help me sleep.
Every hour, I convert to your own
Every minute, I await your reply

How can I measure what I feel? I cannot.
How can I tell you what I think? I can't
How can I let you know I'm here? I try every single day.

Sometimes "I love you" isn't enough.
You deserve more.

Sincerly yours;
Kimberley Doreen x

Just one more chapter

Lets close our eyes and dance our pain away.
Soon we'll be numb and only the music will share our thoughts.
We won't have to talk to each other, simply be present and rub shoulders.

But maybe someone can wipe our tears away.
Their touch will comfort us, no words required.
Lets not be immune to how they feel, and trust them with who we are.

Soon enough this feeling will go.
Lets not dwell on it.
Untie these ropes
To free us all.

Kimberley Doreen x