Are shadows always faithful?

Dark and empty.

Dynamic and fragile.

To light a candle they say,

Is to cast a shadow.

Which dances merrily

In accordance to

Projections of our associations.



Which makes me ponder

What about silhouettes ?

Vague outlines as if

Someone dreamt an empty dream.



And reflections?

Blurred images of who we really are.

Without their own stance,

All of them

Owe their identities to light.



But then,

What's the whole point in existing

Without a self crafted identity?

All of them share congruence

Busy weaving

Misleading mirages of hopes

Or a mere oasis

Of dreams and dust.