Day 5 "Our Shadows Are Taller Than Our Souls"

I don't know what time it is, it's late, that I can tell...like three-am in the morning late...or is that early? That's the thing about time, you really just never know what time it actually is, late, early...doesn't matter in the long run does it?
As I said, I woke up at around three-am. I drank too much and mother-nature was calling...loudly!
Upon leaving the washroom I noticed a light emanating from the kitchen, and like a moth to a flame I stumbled towards it.
Rubbing my eyes in an attempt to wipe away the blur, I stopped to take in the sight before me...Danbox standing in the middle of the kitchen staring down at his elongated shadow.
At this very unusual sight I realized that I really didn't know that much about Danbox. I don't know why he does the things he does, or what keeps him around in this broke down low income apartment?
He seems to feel things deeper than the average person, he seems to contemplate things on a deeper level than most of them. He reminds me of myself; complicated, impressionable, searching, both child-like and an adult in search of reclaiming his past, or perhaps I am simply projecting that out of ego?
I stood for few moments to take in the scene before me, to try and understand what he was feeling.
Danbox had Pushit by TOOL playing in the background, which made this moment even more surreal and deep.
I studied him as he stood staring at his long shadow, and I understood how he felt about it, I think I did anyway. His shadow that was created by him, but felt like a separate entity, both friend and enemy.
There is no denying that Danbox and I share the same sense of uneasiness and interest in even the most basic of things, perhaps this comes from the knowledge that the butterfly effect has all the potential to exist.
I sat beside him and created my own outstretched shadow, and for a moment we both just stared at these dark passengers, sharing in the knowledge that we did not have complete control over ourselves, and that we never would.
It is an uneasy understanding that the dark passenger is impossible to shrug off, that in the end it is a passenger that makes us who we are, and one day that struggle to separate ourselves will become a war. One that we could never quite prepare for, and we know that it will one day come to I against I.
"You should try to get some sleep little buddy" I said to him.
At this he just stared at me.
"Your right...sleep is not our choice is it?"
I then stumbled towards my empty bed.
"Good night Danbox...tomorrow is another day to try to reach yourself".