Walking through the shadows
I’m the only spec of colour in the void
I can see people are there
I can see them talking
I can’t see them
Silhouettes in the night
I walk towards them
Hoping their image is shown
But the further I walk
The farther the shadow stretches
I see colour in the distance
I know the figures well
I love the figures
But they talk
How? The shadows reply
How? I walk closer
What? They move with the shadows
I run.
I run.
They go
They’re gone with the shadows
Lonely spec of colour
Left to wonder
Lonely spec
Wondering
Lonely
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
Walking through the shadows
I’m the only spec of colour in the void
I can see people are there
I can see them talking
I can’t see them
Silhouettes in the night
I walk towards them
Hoping their image is shown
But the further I walk
The farther the shadow stretches
I see colour in the distance
I know the figures well
I love the figures
But they talk
How? The shadows reply
How? I walk closer
What? They move with the shadows
I run.
I run.
They go
They’re gone with the shadows
Lonely spec of colour
Left to wonder
Lonely spec
Wondering
Lonely
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