i am nothing but the noontime shadow She leaves behind. sometimes we coalesce into each other. for a fleeting moment I feel alive— then i am nothing to Her again. nothing to anyone. everyone loves Her, and i am not Her. they do not see her forked tongue like they do the faces she puts on. they see me and say i am quite like Her. i almost take it as a compliment.
It's crazy how relevant this still is to me after all these years. [reposted from my wordpress]