Fire and Ice

I'm laying here thinking about fire and ice, and that poem by that one guy, oh yeah, Robert Frost, and how I never really understood it and probably still don't. But that's besides the point. Fire and Ice are two completely different things, one is extreme heat and one is extreme cold (although some would argue that cold does not technically exist, it is merely an absence of heat, but whatever). But as I lay here I keep having this mental image of two icy wolves at war with a single flaming horse. You know a stormy background, lightning flashing, the elements at war with themselves. Let your imagination run with that one (I know I'm weird, get over it) And for some reason I see myself in both of them in several ways. Not only because they are my two favorite animals but also because of the intensity of the colors that I picture and the emotions I associate with each one. The firery horse I associate with passion and life. Freedom and power. A love that burns incredibly strong. Then the icy wolf is also strong, however intense and deep. Free and powerful but in a different way. I then look at myself and I see both fire and ice. And sometimes they are in conflict with one another and wage a war within me that leaves no room for anything else. Both fire and ice are constant yet not. Fire changes and bends and moves almost like it is alive. You can look at it, yet one flame can not be studied because it is spent in seconds and another replaces it. Ice however is still, almost cold and dead. Yet, one can not clearly perceive the depths of the ice due to the ripples throughout and the way the light bends and breaks as it attempts to penetrate the cold heart of the ice. So in essence fire and ice, while completely different, are also the same. And I, like fire and ice am not simple.