shadows

Another day has passed where you don’t look back, wondering if your shadow is still there. The only thought in your head is whether to appreciate the darkness behind you or turn your back to the sun, allowing it to follow in front of you. You pause, you wait, and fall into a trans of hallucinations. Be calm, stay still. Imagine yourself perfectly balanced. "It's not you," you say, it's you, the outline that fell deep in love with black, the filled up space that calls for no attention, but your own. Connected to the feet it spreads its mark like water pastel. You smile. It reacts with a blank face. "Take me for a walk," the shadow whispers, "through a dessert filled with fish and oxygen." Random, No!, it’s just a hallucination. Each movement becomes a mimic worth seeing, so symmetrical, so revealing. This is your only chance to find your self. Fall. And allow gravity to take its part. But be careful, your shadow might not like your company, for it has never truly felt your presence.