my shadows wrote for me
they wrote endless monotonous books
who's spines were stiff and uncreased.
i try to tuck flowers in the pages,
so when i stumble across them again
the grey and white will be but a background
for beautiful color and a reminder that
even after life goes on
there is still beauty
there is still inspiration
that one day maybe someone will stumble across
a book and fan the pages in thoughtlessness and
catch a glimpse of a less-saturated me.
my shadows have always shown me
more beauty than i could ever hope for
we must remember that it is the sun that casts shadows
that even with light we must experience dark.
a reminder that we are here.
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