Thought Braindump

It is a strangeness that dwells in the depth of my soul. A reality not in strength but in contemplation, for is it strength to start a new or ignorant cowardice? Strength not to walk away but to bless this world with a new beginning. This strangeness is what I call beauty, like a star lost in a cycle of time to create chaos in its last breath, a breath of magnificent ecstasy for out of the transformation called death, life is brought to the womb.