I kicked it around. Stomped on it. Stretched it across the ground. And yet it never failed to leave my side. The loyal companion following me wherever I would go.
It hardly consoled me when I cried, preferring the happier, sunnier days to skip along as I ran or walked across my way. Sometimes I chased it. Other times, it chased after me.
The darkest form of myself, void of my features but a replica of my form. A faceless soul staring back at me as if to say, “What do we do now?” And so we continue on in this world, my shadow and me, two wandering creatures groping our way through life and trying to figure out where to go from here.
For all the abuse it might get from me, the shadow also gets a free ride, if you ask me. Traveling across the world to Sydney, Rome, and Manila without ever having to pay a dime. Living in my apartment and never paying rent. Yep, the shadow has it easy, rarely appears to be stressed about life; but perhaps it will start to worry more when I’m gone from this place, my figure burned and scattered across the ground. Or will it simply seek another companion, another person to shadow around?
– Written by Miss A on October 14, 2011