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Shadows

    I love the moment right before sunset when the sun seems to be trapped on the horizon by flimsy gossamer strands and the moon is about to rise. It is not yet dark, but it is not light either. During this time, shadows seem to cover the land, feeding on both of the elements that could kill them off. I wonder, often times, what would happen if it stayed like that forever. What would happen if the world somehow got stranded in the time of shadows and we were forced to live forever in this endless twilight. To me, it seems like the world is in perfect alignment for these few solitary minutes. It is here that there is a perfect balance between the darkness and the light, neither one able to consume the other but both strong enough to cast their effects over the land. It is truly beautiful, this struggle, and it is easy to find oneself caught up in it.

     I lie back, looking from the setting sun to the sky, from orange to a deep red that seems to spill forth from the land and blends upwards into soft shades of blue and violet and, eventually, obsidian. Is it not ironic that such beauty can only last for a brief moment? That this picturesque scene is only able to exist because of the clash of the setting sun and the rising moon? But I guess that can be true about humanity also. Humans, I pity them, I truly do. They are forever trying to find their place in the world. They are always searching for the light or wrapping themselves in the darkness. Either way, they are foolish. Can't they see how the light can blind them to the true ways of the world? Or, how they are slowly suffocating by locking themselves up in the dark? I can't stand it. How is it that a human is able to feel emotions that can cover the spectrum of the rainbow... but they only see in black and white? These people. These people are can be seen as the moon and the sun, fighting for power- one side alone can never bring balance to the world, but they both refuse to stop their quest for domination. They are willing to wipe out everything in their paths to bring about their own ideals and to instill their own beliefs upon the world. To force the other to back down, to force him to grovel and to instate their power over the other.

    But in this land of twilight, there are the shadows. They rely on both to live, and to die. Balance. That is what the shadow is. Forget light and dark, good and evil, right and wrong. They don't exist. Those are just words made up by humanity to give them some sense of importance and purpose. I don't believe in them. They aren't real. The only true thing is the shadow... the gray between the black and the white. There are all shades, some lighter than others and some darker, but they all have a touch of both elements, not one of them pure or uniform. Like the true human. Like those fools that I pity. They blind themselves in the light but are unable to notice that they block out the light in which they stand. Or those who rush so carelessly in to darkness' embrace that they don't notice that there is always a warm light behind them, ready to show them the way out if they chose to turn around and face it. They can't see, these simpletons, that there is no purity in this world- not good or evil.

    I am the shadow of this society. I am not evil, nor am I good. I have no morals, no obligations, no cares to settle except my own. And, I do not mind if I must bloody my hands to do so. These puppets that call themselves humans, these are my sun and my moon. These are the people that have shaped me, giving life to me as easily as they take it away. They are the ones that disrupt the balance of the world. The ones who bring morning and night. I don't have to sit up to know that the final gossamer strand that held the sun has finally broken. The light has lost this battle, as it always does, and with the disappearance of the red orb behind the land, the shadows die down.

    I don't worry though, the endless struggle between light and dark, good and evil, will always continue. It will resume the next day and the next, a predictable cycle which will continue long after I die. And during this endless battle, caught somewhere in a perfect balance, there will always be twilight. The time of the shadows.