
Death is feared.
But every time something dies, something new appears.
Full of life.
Totally unaware of death that came before the sunrise…

Death is feared.
But every time something dies, something new appears.
Full of life.
Totally unaware of death that came before the sunrise…

Life from life
From nothingness, something
A world full of everything
So happy that we live
And yet, we die
So happy that we breath,
And yet, we suffer and cry
Listen to the silence of babies crying
There is something wrong with being alive
If all that matters is life…

All that is needed is a clip and a photo to create a video.
All that is needed for a book to be written is an idea.
All that is needed for a person to be born is a small cell.
All that is needed for the cosmos to unfold is void and the idea of energy being positive and negative as well.
In a world of possibilities, there is nothing that cannot exist.
Except the simplest things that we still seek.
Me. You. He.
In a world full of everything I still cannot know how I came to be.
And I always seek that answer.
Refusing to accept what the universe tries to say to me.
(What can die, could never live…)