Deep Thoughts: Shadows.

angry shadow poached in fear. fist curled. broken glass everywhere. but no blood on or near.

the shadow is the product of the light that's cast. and how we move within its path.

the shadow is the reflection of the quietest places in a life. the stairways that yearn for footsteps. but are never tread.

angry shadow clothed in darkness. how it craves to touch the light that creates.

strange how that which makes us real from a distance will erase if we get too close.

stranger still to be drawn to it. to want it to make me false.

the glass so easy to break. the blood so easy to clean up. but the light that makes these shadows never goes away.