I'm certain its wrong to go back in there. To remember the way, through the narrow streets.
To look around, taking in what lies there . Taking in every little detail.
To peep from the corners. making sure I'm well hidden.

Wrong to go in.
Wrong for the hair to still stand when I look around.
Wrong to allow for images to form.

One of these days, I will be taught to do that which is right.
And, the water will seep in through my head.