He is gone but he’s not forgotten

Reflections And shadows are impressions you carry. Their are like parasites which never leave us. The irony of this is that you are never free. Your bound by these philosophies and these rules of nature. What happens when you die? Does your shadow and your relfection live on ? Have you every wondered if your shadow wanted to be free. Have you ever thought what your refleciton feels about your shadow. The color of the shadow is no reason to judge. The brightness of the reflection can be as decieving. If we had an abstract world where we had these as three and not as one .. which one would you choose. If we would let go of our selves would you want to hold on to these. I feel like the day has come for my reflection and my shadow is being cast away.