Trick o treat

There is a thing that nothing is unless…unless… or is it until it is mistaken for something; it thinks it is all there is and sometimes convincing enough to make its claim legitimate. It tricks me into believing it can even tell time; just I look down and then boom bam it disappears. It used to make me go berserk when I could not see it in broad daylight and besides me under the moonlight

On its own it could do nothing or rather all it could do was create havoc and I used to interpret that as God and then the shadow would be enjoying every bit of the struggle. The shadow self has indeed caused its fair share of troubles

Thank heavens I no longer need to mistake it for the real McCoy