Life
Death
An unending cycle
One closes his eyes and his heart beats dim as the shrieking of a new born shakes the worlds of people who waited so long for a soul to be born and granted.
As if there was a string tying these two together.
As if a forbidden love between the two extremes that just makes a beautiful explosion.
Its like the saints and the devil are holding hands waiting for someone to say his final words and for someone to wish for a new blessing to be granted.
I am in awe as i see tears on both the cheaks of a mother holding her new born child and a child holding her mother begging her to come back to life.
It is such a wonder how death and life are interwined in such a beautiful piece of art that people don't stop looking at.
Its like they complete eachother and they make the other somewhat more worthy. For what would be life if it were forever and what would be the light if there were no darkness. It is a cycle of hurt and happiness and tears that always has an end and a begining which are so far away yet touch in a way nothing else can