Shadows
Old post from an old blog:

Iβm not much for the light. I like the shadows. Thereβs nothing to be afraid of. Most times the worst thing in the shadows, if you find yourself there, is you.
The sun has no draw for me. Itβs either too hot or not warm enough. The shadows though, you always know what youβre getting. On hot Southern days itβs like sliding into a cool lake if you find the right shade to take refuge in. The sun tries to kill me those days and the shade comes in like a knight on a dark horse to rescue me.
Thereβs no trick to them. They arenβt anything really. Just an absence of light. A place where light cannot penetrate. A nothing.
Itβs nice there, in the shadows. Sometimes they comfort me. Other times they conceal me. And not a lot of people are big fans of them, so I know when I meet someone else in the shadows that Iβve found one of my own. Most times.
Maybe I will find that parellel world someday where the sun is black. Think of it. Close your eyes. A black sun that emits shadow instead of light. And where the shadows are supposed to be light. Well, where we think the shadows are supposed to be.
I think I might enjoy that world. For a little while.

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