I'm Dying Inside

Shadows

I hate my shadow

But I love the cold that shadows bring to my heated brain

Never able to understand, while its grey matter continues to stir and stir

Almost to mush as it goes from hot to cold and fast to slow

I hate my shadow

For the lack of definitions it seems to have and the free float

my three dimensional self craves though incapable of inhabiting

Until the shadows themselves take my flesh away

Hate no longer held for my shadow as it rejoins with its others