Light and Shadow are dancing on my walls. They're drawing nonsense, silly, disturbing pictures.

Light and Shadow are always with me. Keeping guard over me, making sure I can lean on both.

Light and Shadow are my smile and cries. They are my part, my very close companions.

Light and Shadow sometimes fight. Shadow wins but I cover it with Light.

Light and Shadow create songs. They're luring me to wicked places where waves smash loud against the sturdy rocks with my ship in between.

Light and Shadow are my company. Day and night, they're arguing.

Shadow is holding my shoulders. Shadow is in my brain, holding my steering wheel, pushing my pedals.

Just a bit of Light is left on my walls and what it's saying doesn't even make sense.

Shadow is leading me like a puppet. And I cannot run away. Because there is no more Light for me to hold onto.