Letter to my Shadow Swarrow
Dear Blanket of Parasites,
Why do you hover horizontally upon the wall at night as I lie awake in bed? Though I must admit, it is simply fascinating how you suspend high above and slither through midair. Your shapes, similar to my thoughts, are eternally distorted. I am nearly certain that you are the sinister immature voice that I continuously hear in my head. It would only make sense, because you are my only incessant stalker, I hope.
My obsessed shadow, I do realize that you would cross the ocean to return to me, and for that I am truly grateful. I will never understand how or why you pull my reflection down when I look into a mirror at any given time. Your mere presence in the tiniest of hiding places is bewildering, and I just know it is you urging me to leap out to frighten others. Most astounding, however, is your meandering about in utter darkness, imploring me to indulge in more immoral acts. It’s to the point of harassment, and sadly, I’ve realized lately that it is you.
Your dedication and devotion to me and only me is never to be questioned, but I have grown tired of you mimicking my every move, mocking me at every turn, and toying with my psyche. I wish to end your wicked whispers, your taunting. No longer shall I cave under the pressure of your murky serpentine. I am confident that I can move on without your persistent (false) security now. I am stepping through to see the other side.
Despite my new destination being unknown, I am excited to fulfill the desire. I have craved this sense of maturation and self pride for far too long. Tonight, I’ve decided to leave your world of transgression.
So, I bid you farewell my shadow, as I pull you over my head like the blackest hoodie. And with this I say, “Goodbye, my will to sin.” I just hope my eyes are able to adjust to the sparkling radiance.
Your former host,