Do we try to rescue the ash that has fallen around us? It falls so softly.

Even though I forgave you a long time ago for looking back, I cannot deny my dark prison.

I was allowed less than a hundred hours to touch your soft skin. I took your innocence and you returned mine. But your name no longer belongs to my mouth.

I should have defended myself.

The sounds, the movements. You think the ghosts are outside of you. But they're not, they're internal. They might affect the surrounding environment, but they come from you. They're yours. Embrace them, after all, they're your creations.