Kine Willimes
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Dreamer of quiet truths and soft storms.
Writer of quiet truths, lost moments, and almosts.I explore love, memory, and the spaces in between. For anyone who’s ever wondered “what if” or carried a story they never told these words are for you
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This Is What I Meant to Say
This Is What I Meant to Say A reflective monologue-style essay By [KINE WILLIMS] I didn’t say it then. I don’t know why. Maybe I was afraid of what it would mean, or maybe I thought the silence would protect me. But now, when it’s far too late for the words to matter, they won’t stop echoing in my head.
By Kine Willimes6 months ago in Fiction
This Is What I Meant to Say
This Is What I Meant to Say; I rehearsed it a hundred times in my head. In the shower. On long walks. In the pauses between conversations. I even whispered it into my pillow some nights, just to see how the words felt in the air. But every time the moment came, I stayed silent. I smiled instead. I changed the subject. I told myself it wasn’t the right time — or worse, that you already knew.
By Kine Willimes6 months ago in Fiction
The Playlist I Never Deleted
The Playlist I Never Deleted By [kine Willims] It starts with a song. Always does. The first time I heard it, I was fourteen, riding shotgun in my cousin’s beat-up Honda Civic, the windows cracked and the speakers trembling under the weight of teen angst and 2000s pop-punk. The song—All Time Low’s “Weightless”—came through the static like a promise. A promise that things might get better, that being misunderstood was just part of the journey, and that somehow, someone out there got it. I asked him to replay it three times. He laughed, but he did.
By Kine Willimes6 months ago in Fiction
When Silence Became a Sentence
When Silence Became a Sentence I used to think silence was kindness. That not saying the hard thing spared people pain. That letting things slide meant I was being gracious, mature. But the older I get, the more I realize that silence has a cost. And sometimes, that cost is a relationship.
By Kine Willimes6 months ago in Fiction
The Archive of Forgotten Dreams
The Archive of Forgotten Dreams The Archive wasn’t supposed to be accessible to ordinary people. It was hidden beneath layers of encryption, deep within the DreamNet — a digital subconscious that backed up humanity’s hopes, fears, and forgotten ambitions. It was said to be beautiful and dangerous, a graveyard of wishes people once held close and then, for reasons they no longer remembered, abandoned.
By Kine Willimes6 months ago in Motivation
The Apology I Never Gave
The Apology I Never Gave A reflection on silence, guilt, and the cost of pride There’s a moment in every person’s life that lingers like a splinter under the skin. For me, it was a Tuesday. Not a dramatic one — no thunder cracked the sky, no hearts were shattered in some grand cinematic gesture. It was an ordinary day. That’s what makes it worse.
By Kine Willimes6 months ago in Fiction
The Kindness I Almost Forgot
The Kindness I Almost Forgot It’s strange how the grand events of our lives—the graduations, weddings, promotions, and heartbreaks—fade into a soft blur over time, while tiny, passing kindnesses from people we barely knew cling to us like stubborn threads we can’t quite untangle. The faces sometimes blur, the names slip away, but the feeling… the feeling lingers.
By Kine Willimes6 months ago in Lifehack
The Roads I Didn’t Take
The Roads I Didn’t Take; Sometimes, when the house is quiet and the evening folds in like an old book, I find myself wandering down invisible roads. Not the streets I walk each day or the familiar paths of routine, but the ones I didn’t take — the decisions I brushed aside, the flights I never boarded, the words I left unsaid.
By Kine Willimes6 months ago in Fiction
How I Learned to Be Alone
How I Learned to Be Alone An essay about falling apart, and finding peace in the quiet I never planned to be alone. Like most people, I assumed life would unfold in a reliable, upward arc — friendships would linger, lovers would stay, family would always be within reach. But life, as it tends to do, had other plans. And somewhere between a breakup I didn’t see coming, a job I left out of necessity, and a city that no longer felt like home, I found myself alone in a way I hadn’t been since childhood.
By Kine Willimes6 months ago in Motivation
