A poor imitation of man and its shadow struggling to be seen as seperate.

We're both bound to each other, not by blood but by being itself.

We will not run from another, fight ourselves nor quabble about who is the "real one".

It doesn't matter, not to us. We are and that's what matters.

It will never be perfect.

It never needed to be.

It just needed to be real.

Even if just for a moment.

Heh.

Kind of like us.