Ever watched the shadows move but in the right way?

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Headaches, sleepiness, a bit of a snoot, and yet no real issues.  I have seen some of the darker shades of things wishing to get at me.  Too, I have seen shadows smiling and hopeful about some of which I present.  While I have enemies, I have friends as well.  And... more, maybe.

I don't know, not all of it.  I suspect.  Though, of course, it might just be flickers of hope in the twilight.  Dreams?  More than even I could guess, and not just my own.  So strange, how some shadows are as visible as solid forms.  Do they want to be seen, or are they simply easy to see for some?

I can't say I know all that these things mean.  I will say they have been becoming visible in daydreams, though too in pure thought.  It doesn't necessarily mean what I think.  And, yet, it really might.  It is such a strange world.  But when a women sets her mind to something, who even am I to deny?

Can you love past a ghost?  Can you love if you are sure one is short of this world?  To be honest?  That... isn't me.  I think I would lose again.  Just not so soon, or with all.  What I see in other ways seems even worse.  Is love worth loss, or the risk of it?  If it is right, yes.  It really might just be shades of hope, indistinct reflections of a past, nothing more.  Or it might not be.

I need to go on to bed.  Good night... or morning.