Mirrors; Fate.

The picture of us already shows something beyond the scope our minds can register. Perhaps this small scope is just mine. 

You are insanity and I am sane, 
The Spikes on your hairband mirror the Crowns on mine. 
The short hair that frames our faces 
And how the smoothness and colours of our hairs reflect the differences I've noted before. 
You are insanity and I am sane. 

Most likely the reflection of what I would be,

It must be this, I think, that brings us back together. 
Two people of different ideology and background, there has to be some fate in this.

But you've probably taught me things 
I didn't know about myself;

You are the insanity and I am the sane. 
Perhaps even myself in a different dimension. 
In a different time, a different place, in different circumstances. 
The retrograde angel of my being.

Special to me, always, somehow. 
I dare not romanticise the friendship we've found again; 

Hopefully this time we've lost the conflicts that pull us apart.