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Crying

"What's wrong dear," says the shadow in the corner

"Life is too short for all that," it says

I am crying because it feels so long, I reply

"Dont worry about useless things," the shadow voices

"Besides," it croaks a little "I am living proof"

But you are dead, I reason, you are not even here

"Nonesense," the shadow rebukes, "Of course I'm here"

Just because you are answering me, means nothing

"Oh pish-posh," the shadow says, piqued, "I'm here,"

What? Therefore you are alive?  You are just a shadow

"I am living in the corner, and I can see your thoughts"

Really? Then what am I thinking? You are very bold for a shadow

"I am the body of all of your worries, and I speak,"

The shadow was moving now, apparently compelled by my question

"And I can see your mind," the shadow moved again, "Im alive"

You move because I have sight and that doesn't me you're alive

"Right, but I am your fear, and you are afraid of me"

I thought you said that I shouldn't be afraid, I retorted

"Only if you think you are alone, and soon, I will disappear"

So, you admit that you never existed then?  I thought as much

"Not that my dear," the shadow entoned,"Many others are coming"

The sun was at the horizon, just a golden slither now..I gasped

The shadow hovered high above my head, three times my own height now, it's body an exact outline of my own, and, eventually, as the sun sank into the earth, and the stars were alight, the shadow disappeared, and the night closed around my eyes, my fears now, as the shadow said, not alone.