Darling ghost, I was a fallen angel singing an old glory. Frozen in a same place like always. Just one thousand more step, million zeal and diligence. I don't need to return to heaven. No, there is no heaven. I just have to create my own garden in the hell. I should feel the world like it is an ocean. Touching world lightly but not really touching it. Like the world is wrapping me in cold embrace yet somehow warmer than sun. Delicately, gently and lightly. That day, what I lost wasn't a place; it was self assurance.
Your fallen angel.