It Tapped On My Window

The existential thinking transformed into creativity and I wrote up to the second knock that night. I had yet to work out what was on the other side of that window pane. It wasn’t until about three years later that I settled on what was lurking outside. At first it was a bird, then a bat and finally a demon from hell. I settled on the shadow as it allows the audience to ponder on their own late night thoughts and the ideas you don’t let in until those quiet morning hours. Thoughts, like the shadow, can hang on the periphery of your mind and with a simple tap tap tap, it all comes flooding in.