Today is the day of paradoxes.
Love and Hate will walk hand in hand. Pleasure and Pain will become the best of friends.
Life and Death will unite.
But then, isn’t it just any other day?
I ask myself this question when a thousand roses bloom from my body. The fragile petals stroke my skin. The thorns pierce it. I bleed.
Ah! Life is such an enigma of oxymorons. So complicatingly simple. So pleasantly unpleasant.
I adore it.
I gaze at the night sky; black velvet, with white diamonds sewn in between.
I gaze at the Sun; light so intense it blinds me.
I scratch underneath my nails, trying to solve the conundrum of my thoughts.
Are you confused? I certainly am.
Paradox…everything is a paradox.
A/N: We humans are always so eager to sort things, differentiate one thing from the other. But when you think about it, everything belongs to the same “group”. Life and death, they really go hand in hand. One who has been born, will die. Happiness and sadness can’t exist without each other. Same for light and dark. And so on. Life is certainly a very beautiful paradox!
Please share your thoughts on this as well! I would love to know what you think.