Seven Measures of Silence
I hear thoughts and I taste dreams. I'm not quite sure how to describe it to you. As best as I can figure, its like melting. For better or for worse, I've heard peoples' worries, their cares. I caught their drifting thoughts and nightmares on my tongue like falling snow.
Every thought, every memory, becomes part of me. I would say that it burrows into my DNA, but that would not be truthful. I am a shadow. All that I am is darkness. I absorb everything else.
But here's the thing about both memories and shadows-no matter how hard you try, you can never truly be rid of them.