Something with blame and shadows.

I was walking down the street and the sun was behind me. The street was beautiful.

I was walking down the street and my shadow, which i do not admire, was in front of me.

My shadow was in a hurry, really. Going fast over everything and over again, with it's long, dark, soul-lacking shape.

It might sound strange but i blame my shadow for a lot of things that go against humanity, therefore, against me (yes, i am somehow human as i recently discovered).

I blame it for the rush: the need to walk fast, get over it fast, disappear fast. I think is imature and makes it treat everything superficial: totally not cool!

I blame it for being so pesimistic, dark-coloured, with no facial expressions. No emotions, no happiness. I blame it because it's not making people happy around.

I blame it because it is never looking up to the sky. Because the weather is beautiful but my shadow is laying comfortably grotesque on the pavment.

I blame my shadow for letting everyone step on it - for not having priciples to live by. For hiding when the light is not - for being scared by the night. I blame my shadow for not having the courage to speak up. For not yelling: " Hey, i'm useful!!" - "for what?" , people may probably ask - my shadow is scared of that reaction.

I blame my shadow for everything that it does and everything that it is.

My name is Victoria and the shadow is copying me. Only me.

Because when the sun is up, only then, i can see how to change myself.

..because the light is not for seeing the mistakes around us, but in us. The light is not there to defeat the dark, but to help you to go through it.

My name is Victoria and my shadow is in front of me while i'm walking on a beautiful street.