Moving. You gotta keep on moving. Don’t stand still. Not even for a second. Only if you’re in the shade. Yeah. The shade is safe. They can’t do anything in the shade. Thing is, people don’t know. Don’t see. People haven’t got a clue of how much danger they’re in. All the time.
My feet beat out a quick rhythm on the pavement. I feel the sun on my back. In front of me my shadow moves with me. It looks just like me. Like I feel. Blurry and black and not quite there. But I know. I know the truth. I can’t stop. Not until I’m in the shade.
It’s tiring. This half-running. I wish I could slow down, but I know that they’re ready to pounce as soon as I relax. They know that I know. I’ll get no reprieve. I catch the door to my building before it shuts me out. It’s cool and dark and I can breathe again.
In electric light my shadow is my own again. They can’t survive inside. They wait outside in the sunshine. Waiting for us to stop for a while and in that moment they fully form. Trickle into the shade our bodies cast. Attach themselves to us and fill us with darkness.
I see it happen all the time. People standing still for too long, their shadows darkening and then they die. But no one knows that the world is full of shadow people. They move the way we do, they speak with our words. I know, I see. And now they know that I know. They watch me. Waiting. Waiting for me to make one fatal mistake. I stay in the shade. Inside. Safe. They won’t take me. They’ll never take me!
My feet beat out a quick rhythm on the pavement. I feel the sun on my back. In front of me my shadow moves with me. It looks just like me. Like I feel. Blurry and black and not quite there. But I know. I know the truth. I can’t stop. Not until I’m in the shade.
It’s tiring. This half-running. I wish I could slow down, but I know that they’re ready to pounce as soon as I relax. They know that I know. I’ll get no reprieve. I catch the door to my building before it shuts me out. It’s cool and dark and I can breathe again.
In electric light my shadow is my own again. They can’t survive inside. They wait outside in the sunshine. Waiting for us to stop for a while and in that moment they fully form. Trickle into the shade our bodies cast. Attach themselves to us and fill us with darkness.
I see it happen all the time. People standing still for too long, their shadows darkening and then they die. But no one knows that the world is full of shadow people. They move the way we do, they speak with our words. I know, I see. And now they know that I know. They watch me. Waiting. Waiting for me to make one fatal mistake. I stay in the shade. Inside. Safe. They won’t take me. They’ll never take me!
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