It follows me all around the world. If only I travelled.
I find your shadow better than mine. It is crisper, longer and better.
Even dead things have better shadows than me.
So I run. Chasing me.
Finding no rest in flat days.
Nor in the darkest of rainy days.
My bridges towards a better shadow, seem abstract and impossible.
So I hide
On the road. My friend. It does not judge me.
Does not mind if I stray of the beaten track. It gives me peace as I