Breaking Dawn

I was standing on the roof of a building at the end of a working day and I felt a calling from the sun of dusk.

The calling was from a being of dawn and not dusk and I felt like taking a photograph of the dusk sun but still with an inner being and knowing of there being a dawn.

• Was the dawn a knowing of breaking dusk, as night and day?

• Is the butterfly breaking out the cocoon of being a caterpillar?
• Is my recent experience of life of the cocoon that the caterpillar experiences?
• Is the dusk a reflection of the dawn to come, but having to enter the cocoon of the dark night?
• Are human beings finding life in death forever?

I simply do not know but it feels like the scariest and loneliest time of my life. Everything of me is being ripped apart and somewhat shed and for which my self cannot do anything for.

I can somewhat relate to how the caterpillar may feel in the cocoon, but I KNOW a new emergence is happening.

And the timing of seeing a trailer of the Breaking Dawn Movie (part 1) seems quite apt, as below, and please do not consider sexuality nor your self (i.e he,she,me,you) but more so the feelings of what is happening: