The double of a living person
In physics, black and white are the same thing. They’re not a color. They are a reflection of all colors. It’s the perspective that’s different.
She’s a really nice girl. I’m her opposite. Like the negative of a picture. Together we are black and white – which is the same any way. Sometimes she hates me because she thinks I embarrass her. She locks me in a closet. No problem. I stay there silent and when she’s in trouble I bang the door. And she lets me out…
I’m so happy she finally found a space in the cyber world to express herself. She was a misfit in my daily life and rarely the chance to speak with her own voice. She never rests. She smells trouble and goes for it. Her will is strong, I cannot resist. But when everything around is ruins, then I come out to restore cool and logic. She needs it. And I need her. She keeps me alive.
Don’t confuse kindness with weakness. Together we’re stand, divided we fall.