A shadow can capture motion. It can feed off of light, and engulf entire hills to leave their traces on the ground.
It moves. It eats. It excretes.
He lives.
It moves. It eats. It excretes.
He lives.
"And what in fluctuating appearance hovers, Ye shall fix by lasting thoughts." - Goethe
And as you enter someone's life, its the first thing of yours that pokes, prods and embraces the other person's body without your permission. Sort of philandering dolts - these shadows of ours.
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