Sunday, July 12, 2009

A Shadow Looking for its Person

The sun began to burn my path of where I had been. As my steps drew me farther from the morning, I began to feel lighter. With nothing holding me back, I began to run. Where I was going had no impact on me, I ran because I could.

Soon, I no longer mattered. My thoughts became silent, my worries died off. I was running with the wind even though none had existed. Feeling so disconnected from myself, I turned to take in all that surrounded me. And then, it all poured in and weighted me down. My flight had come to an end. The sight alone, brought me back to my past reality. No less than 100 yards lay my shadow, a dejected piece of human trash.

I knew without it I had felt free, but life being as predictable as it is, part of me felt incomplete. I chill rocked my spine as I saw the head of my shadow lift vertically from the horizontal plane it rested upon. This was no longer an inspiring dream; it was now a tainted nightmare.

I attempted to run as I did moments before, but the fright of my circumstance pulled me down. I no longer glided with ease. I could move, but soon my footsteps ran dry and I could barely keep pace faster than that of his. So I stopped the treadmill of destination nowhere and turned to look to find him frozen in time and space.

How did we lose our connection? Was the shadow, my evidence of existence, letting me know I was losing touch with this world? If I allow him to catch me, will I be forced to live as before? A choice had to be made. I could not sacrifice many more fleeting opportunities.


  1. Greetings from Turkey.Have a nice day.

  2. Haha, you know you're a dreamer when you lose your shadow. Do we ground ourselves to the world or let go and drift freely? A predicament indeed.