Shadows, they hold secrets, they conceal lies.
Darkness that pierces through the layer of sunlight.
What does my shadow say?
Does it confess the story of a broken girl? One who can barely make it through a day of daily life.
Does it display the ever present lie? The one of someone who is okay, maybe even a little bit happy.
Or is it just simply a shadow? A shroud of blackness, created by a being walking in front of the light.
Maybe a mixture of the three. A shell of a person, one broken down and beaten.
And as the shadows shift in the distance, dancing colors that are hard to make out; I wonder to myself.
What do other peoples shadows say?
The stories of monsters, of things that go bump in the night.
And sometimes, the monsters venture beyond the shadows, ultimately becoming all too real.