ebb and flow.
light and dark.
water and fire.
dirge and dire.
If I am one then you must be the other.
I find this idea strange. If I am the opposition then how can you complete me?
I ask you for the answer, honestly tell me.
It just seems to me logical that when I am happy you should be sad.
When ecstatic, that you must be mad.
Why is there no logic to us that I can ever find?
Believe me I have looked, over and under, near and far.
Just to find some sort of answer.
But when has love ever been logical?