After being a pushover for too long, you really can lose yourself.
I drifted through the seasons in a dream, weighed down by cowardice, hesitation, and exhaustion. Then I realized things were quietly getting better, while I was asleep.
That figure turned around. It was another me!
He was tired, but he didn't complain. He smiled and took the cigarette I offered him.
“Thanks for all your hard work, my dear old pal.”
“Next battle, we fight together.”
If one day your shadow stood right in front of you,
what kind of life would you want him to live for you?
[Urban healing · shadow double · comeback through stand-ins · brotherhood · youthful ambition · self-discovery · fantasy meets reality · band]
