Thoughts

Love and Death

The moon was bright so were the stars.
In the midst of the night, love and death were in a far.

"You know what?" the death started, "We are alike."

Love, on the other hand laughed and rolled over the grass holding its stomach and catching its breath.

"Your humor got me. How did you say so?"

Death looked up on the dark sky then smiled and answered, "Humans only choose us when they feel alone and sad. Some are afraid of us because they thought that we are not good for them."

Silence.

"You know what?" the death started, "We are alike."

Love, on the other hand laughed and roll over the grass holding his stomach and catching its breath.

"Your humor got me, again. How did you say so?"

Death looked up on the dark sky then smiled and answered,"Humans love the idea of us— the death and love. They thought being in love and being dead can make them escape their cruel reality. That being in love and being dead can make them happy."

Love stopped laughing and rolling over the grass, looked up the dark sky and smiled,

"No. We are not the same. Humans are just being inlove with the thought of being in love, unlike you, my dear old friend death, humans love the real and authenteic death. The one that put them in peace that the love caused them."