A flower in the dark, waving in the breeze, that speaks the language of the sun deprived young colorful burst of grey in the night.
A ring on your finger, holding tightly for your sake, a reminder that the hands that have touched yours are forever embedded in your heart,
A word in your mind  rolls round the crevices that have been carved out by multiple waves of anxiety, stress, and pain, 
A touch of two lips in the cold air of fall, when there isn't a care in the world to be found, the couple is enveloped in lust and creativity,
Tens of thousand of connections being made throughout your lifetime, living with yourself and never finding the one who catches your tears, 
I believe these are the things in this life that contradict each other in such ways that the most intelligent could ponder for hours.