They sting eyes, the
violent bringers of destruction.
They cleave the air, falling,
freestyle diving, through a
substance somewhat thicker than life.
The colours of life flash by.
A heart-stopping kaleidoscope of confusion.
They don't stop. Not for a
single tear, splitting space.
Unknown. As of yet.
They paint the skies with crystal,
turning to diamonds as they fall.
Some, worth more than what
people know.
Sadness. Happiness.
The light of darkness.
Possibly good, yet
probably not.
Liquid joy, light.
Liquid sorrow, darkness.
The contrasts. Something
that can be so beautiful,
so luxurious, can bring sorrow
and joyous celebration alike.
Different.
A juxtaposition.
