Nowadays, the simplest of things are taken for granted.

I found joy in the most simplest. Shadows. I'm a new age Peter Pan: I am forever entertained by the entertainment my shadow brings. My shadow has become my new security blanket. 

Friends and family can come and go:

                                                     wealth to poverty

                                                     health to sickness

Feels good knowing that anything can happen in my life yet my shadow will always follow me;
                                                     birth to death.

Shadows may mimic every movement we do, but they are always distorted. A tortured clone of yourself. Shadows stay forever. Even in Hiroshima. Bombs dropped, people disintegrated. The only survivors were their shadows; etched into the ruins.

They stick with us, no matter what. I guess it's nice to know: when nobody believes in you, at least it looks like somebody does.

Buzz and Ophelia