By staci Date: 26 July 1999
He is the shadow of me I cannot escape. He lies there and effortlessly adjusts to avoid any light that might shine on us. I close my eyes and face the warmth of the world And then- sensing its withdrawal, I turn with the sunless breeze to catch a glimpse of him facing all of me but the elusive outline of my shadow has disappeared and i join him in our self-defeating darkness.