Something real.It's been awhile.
This evening I found myself looking at my shadow in a very Peter Pan-like moment. What would I do if you weren't attached to me from my feet? What would a shadowless existence be like? I recently read a tale of a man whose shadow was the key to his mind. With his shadow's death he would lose all memory and all choice...not life...just mind and the mind's state of being.
My question is...what happens to my shadow in the darkest dark? Deep down where no light dares to creep.
School of Seven Bells - Connjur
In my dream I was given a choice.
One side completely obvious and appropriate. That which I feel I want, but increasingly more out of reach. The other random, strange, seemingly impossible yet strangely understandable. Obviously no choice was made because dreams are never that straight forward...at least not in my case.
What is my shadow up to?
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