all you see is your shadow. nothing to it. so simple yet so complex. it really depends whose looking. there are those who glance. and those who see and there thoughts rush of what your like. the shadow shows your wearing a flowing dress. your skipping on the sand. your hair whipping through the wind. its like your running to something. but the something isnt in the shadows. it might not be something. or somewhere. it might just be. your running. because you know everythings real. everything. you see. you believe. you can run forever without stopping because you know your real. even in a shadow. no one else knows your real. but you do. and thats all that matters. your real.
