"shadow" from 2023.
I hope it's clear to everyone by now that titles aren't my strongsuit.
There is an emptiness in waking up
Feeling like a shadow as I rise, for a shadow exists, as intangible as it may be, to rest on the tangible
And tangible is the ground below
I fall to the floor, I tip over onto the wall
I am alone in my room, and I am a shadow
A shadow grows and shrinks on the ground as the creator moves
Each angle the light hits casts a new shadow
Is there an angle to completely disappear?
Will I be removed when the light hits me directly?
I see the sun rise outside my window, the light seeping in through the blinds as I'm stuck
Half on the wall, half on the floor
If one exists as a reflection of someone else
If I exist as my own shadow
What's next?
I wait against the floor, the wall, wincing as the light hits my eyes
A shadow has no eyes
A shadow has no lips to scream
The sun shines brighter, I grow more afraid
What will become of me?
A hand reaches down and grabs my own
My hand? I'm a shadow
A shadow has no hands to hold
Another arm nudges me up, my shaking legs confused as I rise
A shadow cannot stand like a person
The ground is a million ton weight latched to my legs
The sun grows closer, but I am a shadow
I cannot shield my eyes, the eyes that don't exist
What will become of me?
A hand lifts me higher, a standing figure stands in my place
I am the shadow
A shadow exists on the tangible, but here I am
Standing, my feet on the ground, my hands in the air
I look around at the hands
I have grabbed my own hand
I have pushed myself from the ground
I have lifted myself higher
A shadow can't do that
I stand before myself, myself and myself again
Encouraging me not to give up
Not to become nothing
A shadow does not give up to be
A shadow just is
The sun beams right beside me, I shudder
What will become of me?
I reach out to touch my own hair from the hand that lifted me up
The brightest teal greets my hands, tangible
A shadow cannot feel
I am handed something soft from the red hair that grabbed my hand
A shadow cannot feel
I am given a handful of beads from the boy with the black hair
A shadow cannot feel
I stand before every bit of myself that ever almost gave up and I feel sorrow
A shadow cannot feel
I am not an intangible reflection of myself
I am pulled up by myself, myself, and others
A shadow cannot feel
So weakly, I smile at the figures beside me
The sun hits me
I remain
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Caramelised Bread pudding made with: bread, milk , condensed milk, sugar, flour, eggs,
Method: blend 4 eggs milk, condensed milk, milk and flour together until a liquid then caramelise sugar in a pan. Next lay the liquid over the caramelised sugar and then evenly distribut the bread over the top. Bake for 30 minutes and then enjoy
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my bedroom is pitch black and i can hear the rain against my window. i dont think the strange people in the darkness scare me as much as they did when i was ten. but i feel just as empty as i did back then
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