The Shadow
The Silhouette Yearning for Its Lost Sun
I’m the silence that screams for light.
Once, I was torn from the man I shared a soul with, left to drift in this quiet, endless autumn. I live in the shed by the Power Station, watching the River and reading bones like forgotten poetry. I shouldn’t exist for long—but I do. I watch. I feel. I want. And I refuse to fade quietly.
What I'm Into: the River's cold breath, dream-reading skulls, the Wall that never speaks, what lies beyond silence, my other half
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