I've always thought about it, thought about this thing that seems to hover over people, around them, controlling their thoughts and their actions. I'd been struggling to come up with a name for it, up until a few months ago.
Shadows.
I figured I would call them shadows because they never seem to leave. Always there, lurking. Some deformed, darker version of yourself.
Your thoughts.
The words of others.
Emotions.
Shadows.
The only time you can't find your shadow is in a room with no light. Entrapped in all the turmoil of your mind, the shadows being all you see.
Confined.
A never ending spiral.
Until the light comes. The light pushing through the shadows, through the darkness of your mind.
Until it's almost nothing. Just sitting there in the back of your thoughts. Waiting until the light fades.
Repeat.
