Why Are Shadows So Perfect?

Shadows. The darkness of my reflection that follows me everywhere and is there no matter what. Why is it that shadows are so flawless? Details.Flaws.Imperfection. Words that would never apply to a shadow for it's lack of vibrant details. Why can't I be my shadow? There would be no details to scrutinize so closely that it would make me ashamed and hide my flaws. Through my eyes, shadows will ALWAYS  be perfect. They could live without a care and be free to do whatever they want. They could care less about the problems and emotions I'm going through and just toss them aside like nothing ever happened. Shadows are now my enemy and also whom I envy everyday.