Shadow

It is the shadow that follows us or are we chasing our shadow. What a strange game, carefree fun, the evil that pursues the good, the good that is done by evil. No one has a white shadow, because no one's soul is pure. Transparency captures the chaste spirit, the play of light loses against darkness. Our body is deformed in the shadow, in our weakness it observes us. And the more deformed and black it becomes, the more the shadow our body say bye.

tornado.smith00Even behind nothing, there is something.