A shadow of me.
Some things falling deep into the hole of eating earth.
Everyone running back into time.
The hidden consciousness of our hands only to watch the lost moments gone. It has eyes but only to be a kept a secret from us. The plunging nature of all the universal things is far away from the cry of a sunshine child. It tends to grow more on us. A shadow of me keeps a bitter memory of all the things fallen into it.
Some things falling deep into the hole of eating earth.
Everyone running back into time.
The blind darkness slanting another plan. It is looking at the shadow of mine as another crime. The propensity of falling for images we have once found a glimpse of. The blind darkness falling over my hands to cover the truth from keeping a strong hold of. It is going to rob my hands off of any vision, of any feeling to gaze at. A peaceful gathering of joy and fear.
It is like 'the fear to be gone and joy to be mine.'
Catching me inside, catching me outside! The dark blindness takes every dark shadow or color black as its own native.
A shadow of me, but not me. A shadow of me, all light but no darkness. This dusky color of my feelings turn into grey shadows when the night falls. It follows but never falls over the head. A shadow of me, it has left now.
Some things falling deep into the hole of eating earth.
Everyone running back into time.
A shadow remains the only living particle (of me) which carries no shape of one person but a similar identity of everyone, the same.
Even if this end was decided long ago when a shadow of me knew that this day would come of death and dying silently, the sleuth and the sly, this end was not decided upon just by the dark blindness.
A shadow of me, it has left now.
Some things falling deep into the hole of eating earth.
Everyone running back into time.
