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I knew an angel. One of many.
There are plenty of those, it is not that special.
She wasn’t aware that she was an angel. But I knew, I saw it in her.
I never told her though. Did not want her to leave.
I wanted to be saved by her, to learn from her.
But most of all I loved to observe her shadow.

Did I tell that angels have shadows?
And what kind of special shadow it is!
Their shadow is a glowing void.
A raw piece of black hole material.
It sparkles with thousands of sand corn stars that merge from the nothingness.
I still wonder how it was possible.
That splash of wonder crawls behind their fragile silhouette.

It is especially wonderful when an angel falls in love.
The shadow then ceases its own existence, as if it was a spirit on its own.
Usually the shadow is being controlled by angels´ unconsciousness.
It strives to be free, but is meant to fail.
The shadow always remains untouched source of angels´ darkness.

But when an angel falls in love, the shadow breaks free and the angel gains self-awareness.
The shadow becomes a misery in the glory of the glowing eyes of the angel.
And that’s when the real fun begins.

I loved watching her. I loved observing her falling in love and apart.
It was safe observing from a far, knowing she would never reach me.
Her love would never touch my heart,
never hurt me.
Little did I know that I carelessly entered a road to our self-destruction.

Description
I knew an angel. One of many.
There are plenty of those, it is not that special.
She wasn’t aware that she was an angel. But I knew, I saw it in her.
I never told her though. Did not want her to leave.
I wanted to be saved by her, to learn from her.
But most of all I loved to observe her shadow.

Did I tell that angels have shadows?
And what kind of special shadow it is!
Their shadow is a glowing void.
A raw piece of black hole material.
It sparkles with thousands of sand corn stars that merge from the nothingness.
I still wonder how it was possible.
That splash of wonder crawls behind their fragile silhouette.

It is especially wonderful when an angel falls in love.
The shadow then ceases its own existence, as if it was a spirit on its own.
Usually the shadow is being controlled by angels´ unconsciousness.
It strives to be free, but is meant to fail.
The shadow always remains untouched source of angels´ darkness.

But when an angel falls in love, the shadow breaks free and the angel gains self-awareness.
The shadow becomes a misery in the glory of the glowing eyes of the angel.
And that’s when the real fun begins.

I loved watching her. I loved observing her falling in love and apart.
It was safe observing from a far, knowing she would never reach me.
Her love would never touch my heart,
never hurt me.
Little did I know that I carelessly entered a road to our self-destruction.