Sometimes I wonder what's another universe that we see. Then I turn around.

The shadows caught my eyes... they are another world trapped in Purgatorey where they need to mimic every move of their single lives. For example, Peter Pan fought his shadow, so there must be a explanation other than the sun hitting on us humans and objects.

They are forced to live every moment of everyday of our lives while in other universes I could be working than on this computer. Or I could be famous or sometimes poor. It's just a mild gap. I ask of you...treat your shadows

nicely, and don't be like my father...shadowless. It's your treat your shadow like the best human being ever.. and when you mate, it slowly gets better. Treat it nice'em k?