Perception is something of wonder.
I see black and she sees pink.
She feels warm and I feel empty.
Not necessarily opposite.
Not necessarily similar.
An offset of brainwaves and past events.
Might as well be fire and skin.
Might as well be the start to my half way.
Because life is not different.
Because life is not close.
Perception is a thing of infinity.
And there is nothing to do about it.