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It's funny wondering whether my shadow likes me, or if it's just there because without it I would be an empty case labeled success, transparent and defined by numbers and figures. Or if my shadow stays because it needs me to be it's opposite. It's goal is singular, while I live in plurals, and in the end it always wins the day and I'm left behind, bothering with lights and hoping my shadow comes back the same but it never does. I force it, demand it, control it, reform it. So I wonder, if my Shadow Like me too, because without it who would I be, besides the mistakes that it absorbs. The hate that my shadow devours, the will that is endless because my shadow never leaves my side even when I feel I leave myself in the dark, with hopes that aren't realistic and dreams that are just that. So I wonder if My shadow like me. Even when it takes all of my sentimental abuse it still grows through the day, but by the end it's tired of it all. Tired of the suffering, tired of always being behind watching me purposely destroy it's necessity for life. So I wonder. Does My shadow Like me?