Singularity

That's why I can't face it like reality.

A wallflower on a pavement

Observing everything around

Waits for the one to help it breathe,

But never really comes to embrace.

Desperate its mind becomes

Its thoughts just suffer

Lone, as the sun falls on it

And the petals seem to wither.

What is the transition between them?

It pulls off its roots and goes in the light

From seeing the world

It turns and flies.

Impossible, many say

Who have not seen it be

Cause it was a simple wallflower

But also the soul of a cherry tree.

That's how my life appeared to me

And I've taken the path

To see what I can truly be.

A flower that blooms away from the sky

Can with effort be a heart open wide.

Poem

:by unknown

Dark does merging. . . . . . . . . .

Light does uniting. ... . .. . .. ... . .. . .. . . . .

Observe the shadows

What do you see?

Dark is visible that makes all one. One body, one soul, grey in the view and black in the inside.

But what does light do? All I can see is things covered by it. Grass, rock, trees, they live in peace, Brown and green. Earth colours.

Has anyone noticed

In light, we see things like they truly are. Their colours are distinct, the emotions are clear.

In opposite, in dark the only thing existing is shadows and colours of the night. Colours that do not allot anything to be honest and confident. It swallows constantly and becomes normal.

Two lives are fighting for a single truth, beauty. It is on and in everything standing in the universe and dark is trying to conquer it, while light just beats it.

Is the whole world like that?

Do people even become these lives and play with the colours?

Is everything simply divided in two?

If so, which is what?

Will it ever stop

Does one born the other, or they're just two infinite enemies?