• how our lives are so easily separated into sections!
    white and black, young and old, life and death
    we set them apart as equals, as if no matter where we are
    we can look back and see the same situation, the same pattern
    yet nothing in our lives is congruent

    nothing is the same
    every day we face different angles and sides
    we, ourselves, are different shapes, different shades,
    but even with the differences in the shades,
    we find a symmetrical beauty,
    as if in our differences, in our individuality, we are the same
    we are all asymmetrical beings,
    with the most constant factor in our lives being the fact that they change
    but like a magnet, no force pulls stronger than the force of opposites
    and we are pulled together by our individual shapes and shades
    asymmetrical, yes, but beautiful all the same