Diversity was created for the sole reason of having a crazy mixture.
Ice and fire,
A warm word,
A cold touch;
Loving and hating,
Trusting and suspecting,
Though it’s only when I look at whom we’ve become that I truly understand.
To make a puzzle you need those parts to fit.
For that matter, they can’t be the same.
There is, however, something unfair.
A piece will always be eating the other one away.
One of the pieces will always overpower the other.
Between us, according to that endless jigsaw,
Am I the one consuming you,
Or are you the one overwhelming me?