Spinning, endlessly spinning in circles as shadows dance across the world in an endlessly beautiful dance that is forever; constantly moving about majestically as though nothing mattered, life is just life; it only can go on, not back. The world is in constant change and continues to spin with the shadows in the timeless dance of life, but the shadows will always be the same, always gray, always an imprint of whatever is casting it. Throughout time there are shadows, easily moving about with no cares or worries, just spinning endlessly with all the life in the world, yet none at all.
The shadows may take a different form, a different shape, but will always be gray and inviting to dance along. They don’t speak, for they need not to speak anything; they are quiet and just show themselves dancing around happily as if nothing in the world existed except their happiness.
But not everything is perfect as shadows can easily tell you, with their odd shapes and the strange pictures that they display; it is quite easy to know that no one is perfect. Though who’s to say that shadows can’t be perfect? They can certainly portray any image perfectly, though the face is clouded over and the only thing that is clear is the outline, but it is still perfect.
So here they are spinning, around and around, perfectly sync with life, just enjoying the ride.
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