There are two kind of people in this world - strong and weak.
The strong ones found always a strenght.. They are light bright lights shining even in the darkest hours... They may suffer but they always rise again. There is nothing bad of falling down when you can rise little bit taller than you were. They always belive - there is another chance. Things can change...
The weak ones sometimes found hope and motivation but usually they just do not dare to take a risk. They afraid to fall. But they also search love and hope and their place... But usually, there is no bright light for them... They wander alone in the night, afraid to strugle and fight... But they are not worser than stong people.. They are just another kind of people...
We all surrender from time to time.. We all lose our hope and faith and we need someone stronger to come and reach for us....
We all surrender for our fears and nightmares... We all drain, sometimes... We all are light dead flowers... dead roses...
I'd add to this a third kind of person: The dreamer. This kind of person can create in its mind the necessary strength and happiness to get over the sadness while the body heals the wounds received for being weak. Surrendering's just another chance to re-construct yourself.
Sometimes.... only sometimes. Maybe I'm one of the strong ones, because I do not surrender. To nobody and nothing. Never... Never deep enough to loose myself.
This kind of person can create in its mind the necessary strength and happiness to get over the sadness while the body heals the wounds received for being weak. Surrendering's just another chance to re-construct yourself.
The picture is a poem in itself. Congratulations.
Good concept =]