One day, since he had been wandering too long, too deep into his dreams, he found the gate to outside was closed. He tried to climb the walls, but found his grip losing, over and over again.
He was sad. He would never be meeting his sweet nightmare.
Click
She was photographing her shadow in the neon lights. Her shadow posed for her on the wall.
“My shadow’s such a proffesional bitch. She lures you with her lusty frame.”
She was jealous. But her camera won’t listen to her. It kept clicking. Click – clickety – click. When she was checking out the photographs of her shadow, later, she found on the wall her shadow checking out a few photographs too, in each of which she was seen photographing a shadow, holding my hand all the while.
“You belong to the wall”, she whispered into my ear.
When Darkness Blinks 