I walk in the shadows, my only constants. The light of the sun comes and goes, and I track my time by it, but the shadows are my only constant.
I walk in the shadows, my only friends. I give kind words, and receive them, but no one knows the depth of my words, and their meanings; only the shadows hear every word I cry, scream, whisper, or curse and know the true meanings behind 'I am!'.
I walk in the shadows, my eyes see only them. The light is there, but only to show me the shadows--for without shadows, how will I know the true light? The light needs contrast to show how bright it truly is, and the shadows show me that.
I walk in the shadows, finding within myself my own light.
My own light to shine upon my own path.
I make it my own path, as I claimed my light and my shadows.
I walk in shadows, claiming them for the light.
