love to some is the glass half full with light. That inspires and makes the sun shine that gives warmth to all that touch it

others see it as the glass half empty that has despair in every single bond within the air molecules, that brings about nothing but destruction

They sit in the glass as they spot each other from the distance. yin sees yang and yang sees yin.

yin sees all that despair in the air . Yin looks at it with curosity is it really worth it? And remembers of the light that shines that gives the warmth of an Arizona summer, even that sun casts a shadow

Yang sees all that light. Yang sees all the picture shows, paintings and beauty that this light inspires, it`s half tempted to touch it. But it`s reminded of the destruction and despair. But what would one touch hurt?

It`s not just jumping off a cliff... but running at full speed off the freaking cliff. Without knowing if theres even a net to catch you into safety. Or having the net engulf you into it with comfort as it rips beneath you as you fall asleep and having you hit the hard ground.

It`s like looking at the grim reaper deep in the eye until you see all those souls that they have taken and screaming at the tops of your lungs "I am not scared of you" even though your most likely lying right through your teeth. It`s believing that it will not use it`s seith that it tightly has a grip on, that could stop your heartbeat in a split second. But having the belief that it will not do so. It`s taking the risk