TALKING TO THE SHADOWS.
A Solitude in the solvency of the crossword
companion not more than unseen figures
words fired from a closed lips.
thought that was an imaginations,
until i came more louder again,
but i was alone in the flickering
sound of the candle light and
my wall version stretched itself
while i was sitting.
it echos one more time and
there i am face to face
with my shadow, talking the beauty to myself.
what do i not understand, the voice of the Passive
and the shadow has just become a part of me.
i enjoyed its conversation
its like me talking to myself with a different mind
i break all rules in the warmth of its embrace.
who is there to love a question we trampled under feet,
shadows are persons too don’t underrate
cos it might just talk back to you.
When it talks don’t RUN. TALK BACK.