Personal Choice

We don't talk anymore.

We used to all the time, chattering on about this or that.

But then you all came, and we faded into what we are.

We are the darkness that used to talk.

We are the shadows upon the sidewalk.

We follow you around because we think you are interesting.

But deep inside you've hurt us.

You, humans, and your blinding light have caused us to become shadows.

We don't talk anymore.

Because though there are many things to say, we think you need to find them out yourselves.

We don't talk anymore.

It's a personal choice.