We're going too fast, aren't we?
Too bad you don't have a helmet.
You didn't want one, but I
Guess I lost attention after
Being glad that you made me wear one
Even after my first thought was to jump.

You said slowly, 'you're going to give me a heart attack'
And I said nothing in reply
But I backed away from the edge of the cliff slowly,
Slowly, because it was one thing you wanted
And then I wanted it too.

We aren't even going yet?
Well, ****, I couldn't tell cause the world's already 
spinning
Like it's happening
But is that reality?
Is this reality?

Is this some ****** up last minute dream after hurtling myself,
 unprepared, off a straight-down cliff, and was I just hoping...
Was I just hoping you'd come and save me?
Is that what this is?
Is it?

Cuz for a second, I was both relieved and terrified that it was real.
Both happy and scared shitless.
Better than drugs.
Better than death.
You.

But these things I'll always keep bottled up inside myself because I have
A ridiculous fear of failure, loss, death,
But I guess most of all I fear having to face the world alone again...
It's a selfish thing to say, but you make no comment, you just buckle the helmet down on my chin, pat my head, and sit in front of me.
It occurs to me there aren't any breaks.

We start moving, slow, black and blue dots against an otherwise purple and red horizon. A stain on the Canyons of the Interuniversal Fabric
But you already knew that, didn't you?
It gets faster, faster, but in a slow way. In a blue-and-black-stain-against-a-perfect-regal-horizon way, gradual, but everlasting

'You have nothing to fear from change,'
Your voice, those words, echo in my head
As we ride off into
The sunset that was immortal.

My shadow
"Where do I start"
Never controlled
Even though a part of me
Trips,
Tricks
Ogling
Up a ****** less skirts
Direct to my cerebral cortex
I walk in to a lamp post
HD fluff is seen
Then stars
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As my shadow laughs silently,
People not noticing I'm
Standing tall
While my shadow
Bent over,
A wet patch of laughter's tears
Where he has just been seen,
But its not always bad
The bullies used pick on me
Skinny,
Short,
Glasses,
As I could hardly see,
Punched
Kicked,
Spat,
Upon, more times than I could think,
My shadow
In silence,
Shadow boxed the other shadow you see,
Never touched by me,
But felt every hit upon his
Shadow form,
Never did I abuse
Only in self-defence
Would it aid me,
But time moved on
10 years old,
Teens,
Twenties,
Always being naughty
Was he
Laughter he made
But mischievous
Always getting us into mischief,
But He is always with me,
My silent
Friend,
Protector,
Brother,
For though he does not speak,
I know what he means
My shadow and me stuck together
Our secret that no other can see...