• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 01


Shadows follow us
lurking, ever present
sometimes takes a light
to see, but always there,
a grey mist, mimicking
our every move, like
the stealth of a cat
prowling a mouse,
a mother and daughter
waiting, patiently for what might come next.

Shadows are our friends,
even in the dark of a moonless
night our constant companions,
impossible to shake, they
have purpose and intention,
feeling our wisdom and
our pain, knowing our
future and our past,
aroused in our present.

Behold the shadows
of your life, honor their form,
revel in their patience,
do not abandon them,
or they’ll wander through
life, shapeless and alone.