Now you mentioned it, wait my shadow where is it i haven't really been paying attention to it all this while not until the mention of it on this prompt! What do I have to say to my shadow?!
Shadow you have been part of me all my life even this night I tried to look for you each night but the presence of darkness is not always letting me see you clearly cause you are hiding behind the chair at the back of me if you were to have one word to say to me that would definitely beat me.
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I remember being a small kid; I used to look at my shadow alone, and I used to see you, bright and clear, outside. If I'm happy you are happy i never understood that sometimes I tried to run past you to leave me but I couldn't take you away from me i even cleared any thoughts me and you had together but to no avail i stopped caring until these moments.
One thing I realised each day when I'm asleep and it's dark I feel a warm presence touching me from the darkness it must be you, for keeping me warm throughout the night during when I was a kid. But have grown up now it's been long since my sleep here is limited I don't sleep like I used to before i must be tiring you out as well as tiring myself.
I know we have come a long way together that's why I said if you had the chance you would definitely beat me Now, my shadow feels less like a copy of my body and more like a reflection of my mind. It shows up when I’m tired but can’t sleep, when memories start knocking, when emotions are ignored all day finally demand attention. It’s there during moments of doubt, during quiet hopes, during late-night honesty with myself.
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My shadow staying up late at night feels symbolic. It reminds me that parts of us never rest. Even when the world sleeps, our inner selves remain awake, carrying thoughts, fears, and dreams we don’t always share out loud.
And maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe those quiet hours, with nothing but a shadow for company, are when we meet our true selves. When the noise is gone, and all that’s left is who we are in the dark still standing, still present, still waiting for the morning to come.
That's all I have to say thank you for everything shadow…
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