Through dark alleys, through deep valleys, there is a shadow that follows me.
The shadow is behind me when the light pierces through my eyes. The shadow has travelled miles with its legs tied to mine.
Who is this shadow? That has been to every place I have. That has met every person I have. That knows me completely.
I once complained that the shadow leaves me in the dark. But the point is, when it's dark, I cannot see my shadow. But it's very much there.
The shadow is my reflection in the truest sense - because it is completely dark.
The shadow knows me in and out and yet continues to stay dark. The shadow will never show what I am.
It is the shadow I trust...