Shadows aren’t flat at all. The part you see on the ground is just their skin. There’s cerebral depth in their steps and stillness. Careful now, nothing worse than when you aren’t afraid any longer, for the night becomes a person to you; it’s not sunlight that brings love.
Simply put there’s nothing worse than having to stop when you to try to get a hold of your higher self, while chasing things you should be running away from, only to have your eyes close on you. You should get dressed, we’re going nowhere and the stars are always out.