Her Sunshine and My Shadow, like any other reflection on a polished plane were characterized by each other.
She gave me the idea of me. I gave her my dark identity. A frame. A black outline.
She was my pen and I was the ink that was ready to flow.
It was her to decide my existence. Who was I to who I should be…had a thin line of approach and conscience.
I am still trying to define myself, a shadow without light?
How would I sense darkness without light?
I am thinking…
Her sunshine and my shadow..think too.