I have a shadow.
It tries to move faster than I do.
It tries to fit into my shoes.
It tries to walk like I do.
It tries to walk ahead of me, even when I am standing.
This shadow hovers around my head.
It opens my books and tries to take my stuff when I am not looking.
When I am looking it reminds me that it exists.
That it can be as tall as I am.
I don’t mind that it exists.
I just wish it stops following me…
… behind my back.