"I tried to build a better version of myself with broken pieces from the troubled person I was.
I'm not alive. I'm a ghost, I'm a ghost of the person I used to and wanted to be.
The feelings were being consumed by heat. A heat, burning and turning to dust the wings of my heart.
Slowly, slowly trying to solace. Can bones feel numb, how can that be?
Can one, fly in skies, when we are led by helplessness and misunderstandings?..."
