Just like my shadow...

Sometimes...

I feel like a shadow to my own self.... I go right and left convincing myself that this is the correct path.... that I should do this and that since they are just right! Infact, I do actually fulfil my little insignificant duties with great success yet nevertheless, I do also continue to feel as though my real soul is following me like a shadow... as though the doing ‘me’ is the adventurous life-experimenter-self, and my wise-self bathes alone in the darkest ocean of my soul. My soul lives in a fallowing-shadow rather than in the core of my corpse. It follows gently and quietly and walks behind....warning me in the tenderest way possible of what may come... Every time I lose my self, my mind, my control... it guides me to the light by leaving a track of footsteps ahead of me... It’s never too proud to leave me when I’m stubborn, and never too loud when giving advice before I repeat my heavy mistake.... I wonder what would become of me when my shadow stops following... will my morals demolish?...will my guarding angels like me less or get new bookshelves to record my filthy actions?...will the loudness of my thoughts turn me deaf? Will my emotions freeze me numb? Will my temper burn me to ashes? I never thought I would come to say this.... but I would rather be a combination of selves...rather then one self alone.... at least if one of my combined selves decides to leave... I won’t be selfless or lose my identity wholly, entirely and completely...