Monday, 22 April 2013
It's dark outside, because it is night time.
There is a chill to the night, but it does not bother me.
There is no wind.
I see shadows moving as I walk under the street lamp. The outline of a body.
As I continue to walk the shadow gets longer and longer, the darkness of it fades.
Slowly into nothingness.
Then, near the shoes, a new shadow begins. The shadow starts off so dark it seems alive.
Then it fades again, only to have a new one take its place.
From my sight, I can relate more of myself to the shadow, than I do to myself.
To me, a creature is moving along this street. Of which, I have no relation.
I am a glimpse of life. Only for a moment. Until I fade away.
I am not the creature.
The creature keeps moving, despite me, forcing me to move on.
To fade away and be replaced.
I don't have enough time, the creature is moving too fast.
But as I dissipate. I know what I am.
I am a shadow.