Eloquently entwined in the dance of memories refined, are my smiling tears and your hand in mine.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Is it a game, in which we have to survive?
Is it a play, in which we have to be a lead?
Is it a dance, in which we move vigorously to tire ourselves out?
Is it a song, where our voice overpowers everyone else's?
Is it a story, where we get the most paragraphs?
Is it a sum, where our step is the most important?
Is it an experiment, where we gamble our chances away?

Yes, and no.

It is a game, in which we find companions and have fun.
It is a play, where we make the most of our roles, and leave a stain on others.
It is a dance, where we move in the continuous flow of God's grace.
It is a song, where we sing in harmony with the rest, like sticky honey.
It is a story, where we get the most meaningful quotes, ones to be remembered.
It is a sum, where we think and feel happy with the answer in the end.
It is an experiment, where we find out how many little ways our blessings come to us.

Such is life.

Veni,vidi,vici... 4:43 AM

%that's me

Kimberlyn. I'm so unique, I'm almost a brand. Sounds ironic. But hey, it's a crazy and awesome world anyway. I love this life I'm living, thanks. :D

%FAVOURITES

~ love
~ hugs
~ silky shiny hair

WISHLIST

~ Heaven
~ Cosplay
~ Scanner.