— I am who my shadows are.

i. I'm that silence that whimpers around the deathbed where my loved ones lay; the shadows wind around me like a cloak. Death is inevitable and we've existed for eternity now to have to let it be a subsidiary thing in our lives but how subtle it is that we don't really take it in, it empties little parts in us that we never knew could be hollowed. the cold grip of death never fails to fascinate me on the other hand, let alone the serene smile it leaves on the faces of those who wouldn't wake up again.

ii. I am a head full of dreams; and these shadows scath me. They tell me how I'm impossible and irrelevant; how my wants and needs are my external perusals to corroborate that I'm existing; and that I'm sane; and that I need to be more than just what I am to have what I dream of.

iii. I'm just me; a shadow dancing in the hallways and kissing another shadow in the blackness. It doesn't bother me to follow my shadows into the shallowness or a depth of six feet of anything I can never dare to come near. They shape into pointed knifes or hanging ropes to inundate the shadow in me.

iv. These shadows, they sabotage me; but they're a part of me, after all. How can I point the tip of my sword to — my neck?

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