On a silent night like this, I would just prefer to be a foetus.
What does it take to just have endless conversations with no pressure of time or tide?
What would we not kill to have a mirror who can converse with you, loll you to sleep and generally do some TLC?
Wait a minute?? Shouldnt that be someone?
Still seeking for my shadow. That vanishes when it becomes dark. Alas, darkness is my only companion. Even in the womb.