It’s good to speak to people, or so it’s said

Until your words follow you like a shadow

One you can’t see–but everyone else does.

It doesn’t matter how fast you run,

How high you jump!

Or how deep you hide —

It is there.

So as I grow, up and out

As I forget with time, through more mishaps and unshorn wins

They, them, the others don’t

And what really matters– the only thing that matters

What you feel, what you do, what you think…

So I turn to face it, my shadow and I feel like everything is falling apart

There is no happy ending yet, only this fact; that everything is falling apart.


© jk.larayne 2018