I used to know this girl.
She was bright, and clever, and funny. She had her own opinions, figured out what was right for her, and lived her life under a flag that said “This is me. Don’t like it? Leave.” She wasn’t afraid to try new things, things she wasn’t necessarily good at, and, while she didn’t always enjoy not being good at these new things, she usually had a sense of humor about it. We’ve been separated though — like Peter Pan and his shadow — this girl and I.
She is Peter Pan. And me? Mostly I’m just the shadow.
whichever i’ve had the honor of sharing psyche-space with (headspace, heartspace, a blend)– girl or shadow, it’s been my great fortune.
Would Peter exist without his shadow?
Some might call that just recharging.
STB
I’ve known that girl too.
The shadow gets the bowl o’ cake. And since it’s a round bowl, it’s also *all corner*