We think we are moving among the work, among the people. But there are times we are just like ghosts - maybe a vague inkling we are here, maybe a draft of air, but we don't really exists. If you could shine a special light on the shadow people, you might just see a brief shadow outline and a ball of lead. The ball of lead would drop and pop like a water balloon, and then the shadow people are gone forever. If they were ever there in the first place.
Everything is Grey to a shadow person. Nothing has a taste or a smell. The world seems like a shadow too. I never know if people can see me. Am I really here?
Everything is Grey to a shadow person. Nothing has a taste or a smell. The world seems like a shadow too. I never know if people can see me. Am I really here?