I twist my head then crane my neck the shadow engulfs me cooling the air as it does my breathing quickens, and quickens my heart races like a squirrel in taps shoes crossing a marble floor determined and fearful exposed and over prepared I am supposed to be here racing heart rapidly expanding and contracting lungs my thoughts, droplets of water within a vapor cloud where am I? I am supposed to be here the shadow is me I am the shadow that envelopes me is there meaning in this? here I stand so why am I not here? where am I? I am supposed to be here. I am rapt in the thought of me wrapped in the thought of me. I twist and crane to get a glimpse of me until I stop realizing that of all that I see the one thing I will never lay my gaze upon is me.
