There is a black form that follows me. Sometimes it likes to get up right behind me and taunt me, look how close I can get.And then sometimes it follows through with the threats and wraps itself around me, like a child given a piggyback ride from its mother, it’s creator. Sometimes I can fight it off. Sometimes it disappears in the light of my inner sun.

But the black form is always with me.

Even when I think I no longer need to run.