It enters through the creaks of withered wood.
Its color turning darker as the it sways away from the light.
It roams around the room
looking for a treasure chest
that it played with years ago.
Moving freely
it takes its time
going past time
and reviving its memory as a young boy.
He was lost his purpose.
There's no room for him anymore.
No ones waiting for him.
And he,
drags himself back into the open air.
And the shadow disappears in thin air.
