Alana Goh
I love stories, and believe that everyone has something interesting to say. But what’s mine? Still a work in process.
Shadowing
Shadows, they follow closely behind
Mimicking
all that you do
all that you feel
just no words
Silently, they latch on to our physical selves
Without purpose
To tell us we’re alive?
To follow us closely,
so we do not lose our way
Our physical selves
Our souls
They may get lost somewhere along the way
But not our shadows
Who follow so closely behind
Malleable to the will of Light
