Reflection

We are different, too different, maybe excessively, and is better to be apart, perhaps is better this way. Maybe is not possible to change, not even to say, to have an opinion, nor feeling. We are forbidden of everything, forbidden of feeling, of touching, of everything even of nothing. The fact is that our differences do not have a possible conciliation, if I exist, it is too much for you and if you exist is too much for me, and death should not be the alternative. Go, follow your path, do not come back, because if you do, one of us will disappear.
But what can be as large, as impertinent, as violent, as dramatic, as impossible?
Perhaps you still do not realize?
They are the Fire and the Ice.