when I think of the word "Life", I think of a flower.
The seed gets planted, gets water and get shine on by the Earth`s light.
It then gets fed with pain and heart.
Soon after that it starts to bloom, showing the World it`s beauty.
Than all of the certain that cold water that once felt cold stop feeling like that.
The Earth`s light stop shining
The beauty it once had went into hiding.
That wonderful feeling faded.
That feeling of lonely rush on like a heraken.
Darkness becomes reality.
After the flower goes to sleep, getting use to being alone.
The World than open its eyes again.
The light comes out shining like a bright light ball.
The water feels even better then before.
Lonelyness faded quicker than a rain cloude.
The beauty came back like it never went away.
That`s what "Life" is to me