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