The universe paints in color, mostly, but there are beings in black and white, shadow people who do not get the colors of reflected light
Colored beings dance throughout the world, reflecting light on shadow men, who do not participate just observe and defend something that I do not know yet, I am not sure, think I forget… and I have been wondering lately what I forgot, sitting and thinking about what remains to be sought.
I am thinking so, and sitting alone, as I do because I know that I am a shadow of the people I can see, I see them, they can’t see me. I am a shadow of their reflections of light. I am not real, just a lack of light.
I hear a sound from behind and turn around, it is not a light beaming but the sound of down.
I am taken back, but I am not scared, some how it feels like I always knew this was there, speaking to me in shades I get, anger, pain and deep regret
I look to it, and it sees me, makes eye contact and warns me, do not be like me, please.
What do you mean? I say, and then it simply walks away.