Walking back home, late at night, it gives me time to think, contemplate the situation around me. Makes me observe what one usually gives no second thought.
I watched my shadow tonight
I know its mine
Looks like me, imitates my every move
But not my emotions
I walk with tears streaming down my face
But my shadow just goes on its normal way
I stare at the dark image of my head
Staring into the ground with such intensity
Hoping to peer in the darkness and see what I feel
But my shadow - says nothing, does nothing, feels nothing
This post does not make any sense, I am not making any sense, good night!
1 comment:
I know what you're talking about. Makes sense to me. Shadows are so lucky. They don't get troubled thoughts nor do they cry. They're just constant black all over. They feel nothing. It's safe to be a shadow. But we're not shadows. And you know what, we're in the driver's seat; we control even the shadow; we're the masters. Our shadows are nothing without us. And it's better to 'feel' pain than to feel nothing at all :)
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