Somewhere out there, I sense its present. I don’t want to sense, no more. Leave me alone and take it all away. I put it behind me, like a shadow it will catch me again. Do I need to keep out of the sun? Will my shadows get smaller if I face it. Will you step into the shadows with me, or is my shadows just not a place you would want to be.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
I sense it.
Somewhere out there, I sense its present. I don’t want to sense, no more. Leave me alone and take it all away. I put it behind me, like a shadow it will catch me again. Do I need to keep out of the sun? Will my shadows get smaller if I face it. Will you step into the shadows with me, or is my shadows just not a place you would want to be.
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