You ever sit in the dark and find yourself making friends with your own shadow? Well, it's funny, really. It's like those parts of you that you never see in the light, whispered secrets told only in twilight.
Some nights, I walk these cobbled paths, and the shadow whispers things that make me wonder. Not just small thoughts about groceries or work meetings, but deep things, like existential musings or forgotten dreams.
We've all got those dreams tucked away, right? Buried beneath layers of daily grind like old toys in a dusty attic. Sometimes they peek out, asking, no, begging to be dusted off and played with again.
I often wonder what my shadow thinks about all this. Does it regret missed opportunities? Does it envy the light? Or is it content, strolling silently through the dark, unfazed by its opaque existence?
And so I walk, a traveler on a shadowy path, wondering with every step what my own shadow might reveal next.