My shadow.

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.

Chasing you.

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

cross dreams and time at great speed to travel in the shadow of you.

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