Life is a colorful mirage that embodies a series of mirages.
It can be beautiful or horrifying, but it attracts you all the same.
Life is a garden of thorns and roses, and the roses are crimson red of the blood it drinks so eagerly.
The more you pluck the roses, the more your hands turns into glistening red rubies as the thorns infiltrate your skin.
Life is a graceful dancer with a knife tied to her waist.
She will dance with you just to stab you in the heart.
Life is a ray of light that shines through and through.
It brightens every corner of your existence just to expose your naked self.
Life is the tear of a widow, the smile of a child, and the grin of a serpent.
Life is you.
Life is me.
Life is what has passed, what is here, and what is meant to be.