Shadows tell us stories only the brave know how to hear. Have you ever walked beside a silhouette that whispered secrets of otherworldly street lamps?
There's something peculiar about those forms we chase after when evening paints the sky close to sleep. It's as if their presence vibrates between the cracks of sentience and dreams.
It's easy to feel their voices calling, though you'd never find the courage to look them square in the edge, would you? It's kind of comforting to think they don't mind the distance.