The idea of life can be played around with. You can compare to just about anything. That nasty napkin that you just blew your nose in can be used as an example. The napkin was once pure and clean until the corruption of the world blew into it and crumpled it making it unwanted.
We all have different views on it but his was different. He made my black and white day have color in it . One day I was introduced to blue, I knew that because suddenly his shirt wasn't gray. Day after that it was this soft light brown that I could see looking into his eyes. The color purple came next when he handed me a flower.
But that all goes away quickly when he's gone. Separation anxiety came quickly to replace him. When Death took him away to replace the anxiety it was just full blown depression arising.
That