Shadows I was always jealous of my shadow, He seemed to have the life. Only played when the sun was out, Unless a street lamp or spotlight was making him the star of the show. I decided to be the shadow of my shadow for a few days. It was pretty boring. Sort of like fake fruit in perfectly sanded, wooden bowls, on expensive glass tables, in fancy dining rooms. Beautiful, But you know it's going to taste like cardboard. I stopped being the shadow of my shadow but I did follow my shadow to his home one day. Beautiful place up in the mountains. Made of clouds, not so good for sleeping. Made me realize the intricacies of shadows though. It's like looking into a mirror that has another mirror behind it. So many levels and no way to tell where the original image starts. Yesterday, my shadow asked me to go for a drink. Told him I needed time to be alone.