a difference of opinion

most of the time it does not matter, what i think, what you think as long as no request is being demanded, the why, how becomes like harmless trinkets wrapped up, shelved, put away. icicles melt, an impact, then trinkets become daggers, explosive on contact, what i think, what you think become abrasive, scorching, heat rises fast entangled us - unable to break free from solidified molten iron. our differences locked in a stalemate. eager to break free, eager to devour, eager to let up if only the other party was more cooperative! but herein lies the void, that big black hole of containers, shelves and wrappings keeping what is real underneath. trinkets woven through the years, accumulating, shut off from the tranquil world of skin, superficialness, air when the alternative is flames, ignition, sparks, or left to freeze out, still heart has no beat and so we mimic life, we mimic love, we mimic all those trinkets we hold dear, kept deep within for becoming entangled means our bubbles popped. of what is, what was, what transpired, what inspired washed down the drain - it's who we are as persons grasping on tightly to memories, logic, passion seen through the road walked, stomped, bled it's my life. it's your life. of course we do not see eye to eye!