Its strange to think that in this very moment,

Someone is lying alone in their death bed, balancing between life and death,
And in another bed a life being born.

Or that somebody is reuniting with an old lover, wrapped in a warm embrace,
And another seperating from their lover, with a cold goodbye.

Or that somebody is writing a suicide note, trying to come up with a way to say goodbye,
And another is writing about happy memories, smiling like an idiot.

Or that somebody's heart is breaking from a goodbye kiss,
And another's is fluttering from their first kiss.

                         10/21/17