Untitled

Sometimes I look up into the night sky and pushing through stars and cosmos catch a glimpse of a universe much like my own yet… different… more real, vibrant. I yearn for more but, then, the street lamps cometh. Bright balls of flame, shining brilliantly, phosphorescently, obliterating the lesser lights that remind me of a home I’ve never known. I race down the street searching for a dark refuge for the night to find me, and fail… I am lost in the glow of a far too busy world.

For now I have only my shadow which I know by name. I feed him songsof the earth and he grows huge, flying before me and guiding my footfalls. Am I not my shadow’s keeper? Do I not hide him from clouds heavy in rain and the angry noonday sun? Do I not follow him wherever he leads through paths crooked, little worn by the passing masses? I stand alone with my shadow, two ghostly visages drowning in a sea of shapeless soulless echoes, searching for answers in a world riddled in questions. I look once more into the sky and see truth and undiluted beauty, life after life after death. My shadow knows all and secretly whimpers promises of dreams not withered before they bloom and hopes not dashed by the hand of fate. My shadow will remain vigilant, ever at my side, though all else may fail me. I treasure him more than whatever riches I own for he is my light and will someday lead me past the lights of this world and back to my home beyond the cosmos.