Monday, May 19, 2008

wanderful.

As I was wandering along the street, I caught the sight of my shadow stuck to the ground. And I wondered what it would be like to be a shadow, mimicking your owners every move. My shadow looked more imposing than I, taller, bigger. The black mass, without detail, hides all my imperfections. What was it like? What if my shadow, like in Peter Pan, became a separate entity? Would it be like me or totally opposite? The questions that flash through the brains of someone who has too much time.

justin.

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