You let me. Because you exist, you allow me to live from existence. Naked existence, naked of silence. Naked mouths. I never speak of. Of what hurts me. Of what you take from me. You take it away from me as the silence is stolen. Don't go and leave me without me. Stay here where we keep the memory. We take care of it as the very flesh of the body of flesh. Here, where our footsteps sound. Steps of the full corridors. Corridors with screaming mouths. Corridors of doors and windows.