A reflections stares back at you.  A mirror image of how you are, not how you see yourself.  It is hard not to be enraptured by the person staring back at you, fascinated and examining every pore, every line, eyes gliding slowly along every body part.   There is a perverse comfort in what you see, what stares back at you.  Is it a surprise, what you see or is it what you expected?

The shadow is fluid and distorted.  It follows you, dark and inescapable, unlike a reflection. It is a disturbance, our shadow, yet, we are captivated with the distortion we see. If we embrace our shadow,  appreciate its beauty, it will keep our secrets.  The elusive shadow, part of its charm is its fleeting and mysterious nature.

Music mood:  “Pictures of You ” – The Cure

Yours truly,

Caspar xo