How should I describe her?
How should I describe us?
We may be written off as demons consumed under carnal desires.
The world may judge us as unscrupulous ills.
From where I see, she is a part of me, a part so close and yet so far. A part or full of me and yet so outside of me.
The world may call her a kept woman – mistress, but for me she is my shadow.
Yes, she is my shadow.
What else you can call a dark, faceless reflection that follows and leads.
A reflection that would never meet or leave.
A reflection that grounds when the demanding winds try to uproot.
A reflection that makes me a frightening giant for the world who mocks and sees me as adwarf.
A reflection that shrinks me and protects me when the unforgiving enemies cast over my head.
A reflection that keeps my impermanence alive.
How should I describe her?
How should I describe us?
We may be written off as demons consumed under carnal desires.
But we are humans - just humans. For that I know, no evil could never cast a shadow.
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