For a while now it’s been there. No matter the time, and no matter where. It is almost stuck to my soles, and everywhere it follows. Or so it seems…

It is like a big brother always on the watch, like a sort of angel over my shoulder. Even if I am quick, even a glimpse I can’t seem to catch, and each time I feel it a little closer. Or so it seems…

It has appeared with the mirror hours, haunting me every day. When the numbers align, I know the shadow’s near. It’s 4h44, “make a wish, they say!” But what can I wish for, I am already here! Strange it seems…

The mirror hours keep coming, 2h22, 5h55, and I don’t know what to wish for. I know what I want, but I wouldn’t dare to ask anything more than I have already. Still the shadow follows me, be it on the road or on the shore, in a museum or in a store. And each time I turn around to catch the sight of it, it vanishes, abruptly. So strange it seems…

It makes me languish, it makes me længsel, makes me full of langueur… And when it’s not nearby I wonder what is wrong. But as soon as I get back on the road, it is around the corner. How could I be lost, if everytime I am found? So strange, indeed…

So I guess I will stand in the open, being all the same the prey and the hunter. And I will wait patiently. For the shadow to finally saunter. To touch it from the tip of my fingers finally… And by all means…

At last I’ll finally know the truth, why life has decided to be good to me. After all those years of cruel challenges… I’ll be at peace, if I shall be. Even if it feels strange…