It is only when we wake up to our shadow that we come to know our demons. Who we are, where we are, what we do... If my dormant soul were to wake up and ask, "where am I", "what are you"... would I be able to tell who is this that keeps her blind to the world outside. I would question this unfamiliar voice, I would begin to realise that I actually am, not the thought but the one who questions. "Who are you" the voice repeats...
Who am I, what is this I think... I've slept for so long I can't trace the thoughts that flood my mind, and so, the shadow grows... too deep to face it forth.