Dear ghost,
In the alley of my shadow, there is a faded story yet to unfold. Thousand times I have written it and I have embraced away the possibilities. The coding of my emotions have forgotten its encryption. This lines that are a prove of my existence have forgotten the 0s and 1s of my senses. I have learned how to program myself. I have articulated it thousands times yet you remember only a shadow of it.
Yours