It Follows

 Everyone has a shadow.

We are all chased by them. They are the part of us that carry our hatred, our loss, our destructive torment, regret, shame and secrets. They are the part of us we choose not to show, they are our truth. We cannot run from them. With all our efforts. Whether born again, rejuvenated, reinvented, they will always chase us. We only know the way to mute pain through the experience we gain from our own mistakes. Our shadows are already on our shoulders. We can never run from them. They are us. And with each waking day, they draw nearer.

It’s just in this place, in my world, we can see them, we can feel them.

Some understand this too late and are faced with their mortality far too early

For our shadow will always catch up to us eventually. And take us with them into The Blackness. Do you walk hand in hand with death, or ignore it when you wake?

Why do you think your world sells sex, sells celebrities, alcohol, sells hopes, dreams, the starry eyed rose tinted potential of possibility. Platforms to create a new person. Why do you think your world thrives on showing the lives of others on your TV’s?

In one heartbeat you can see them dressed, sequins flowing down a carpet of impossible red, gleaming through the flashes and beaming their perfect white smile at no one in particular. Then, just as swiftly, see the cold, see the destitution of those have nots, clawing at one more day to stay in your world. And be comfortable on your sofa

It’s all a distraction..

The people of your world have long forgotten their shadows. Forgotten why they are so important. Forgotten what they mean. Most trap them in their hearts with a cup of tea, a map, a design. Most people in The Real World believe themselves to be of good conscience, of good intent, believing themselves selfless, genuine, sincere. Most, are wrong. They have merely forgotten the lessons they have learnt throughout their life. Ignoring the way a person reacts to their quiet leering comments, scrunched faces, reeling at something they’ve said, or, agreeing with what is unsaid, internally. They carelessly dispel that feeling they get after hearing the crunch of a snail crushed underfoot. They choose to have another beer, to put on cheaply manufactured threads without thought of their origin, to pick sides and walk past desolation.

Most people choose to ignore the dominoes they push. 

This is why your world was created. Ignorance is bliss. And your money helps you buy it. 

In my world, we wear our scars as shadows, for all to see. In this we face morality, unhidden behind a Visard, open, like the sores you see on the wrists of the unshackled. But, in this, we also see our own mortality, which is why every action counts. We have not departed from our origin as you have.

You have an opportunity. A choice only you can make.

Will you welcome your shadow and become all that you are? Or choose to hide behind your own eyes, choose to believe the lies that are spread all around you and listen to the whispered echoes that crash off every wall in your world?

You have the choice. Meet your shadow.  

It is, to be free.

To know you are not separate from the cosmos. To know that your part in this life is as important as the next. We are all made of the same underneath our skin. Particles. Part of a whole. Part of all. Part of it all.

There is no separation. We are all as we are when we came into this world. We are all part of a living breathing ecosystem, we are not our skin. We are the shadows that follow us 

Welcome your Shadow.

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