Life…death…its funny how the two are connected, intertwined in a never-ending circle. Without life, there is no death; and yet without death, we have no room for life. A paradox you might say. Much like the yin and yang soul properties we all contain, perfectly balanced. Ha, maybe not perfectly; as some may be consumed by yang, there will always be a yin life to counteract it. Maintain that balance.
In the gentle rain, I stand here before the graves of three people whom I loved and lost. Sometimes I wonder just how I've lived for so long with so much death; such travesty. I have wept, and no longer carry tears to cry. So, the sky cries for me. Its gentle tears graze my cheekbones and remind me of what lies to my front…when I stand here, it's as if they're back. But it's peculiar- I can almost see them standing next to me, apologizing for leaving so early. Looking at me, with pleading faces. Feeling a hand upon my shoulder I turned to my brother, my twin. I looked right at him, and our matching eyes met in agreement. Without a word, I understood his thoughts. As he turned to walk towards our Aston Martin, I felt another wave of loneliness sweep through my body. Something was missing. Suddenly the bushes rustled. I turned and my hand quickly fell on my wand, hiding in its holster. You know, I never used to be like this; strong, reserved, and overly cautious. I guess that was his doing. Before all this, I was happy, carefree and precocious. That was a very long time ago, before this first grave was made… but I am getting ahead of myself. This story is that of a life, one that would change the course of history forever, yet be shrouded in darkness. But you know,a great man once told me, "Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times; when one only remembers to turn on the light." And that is exactly what this one life did...