I am sick of old ghosts and I just want to feel safe again without the haunts of old vulnerabilities.

A woman once held a Canary in the palm of her hand and stroked her and whispered a careful warning. The canary, seeking some freedom to fly, went into the mine while the woman watched in worry. The mine was filled with toxic gases and the Canary began to sing. She flew into danger, realized the threats around her, and wished to return to a place of refuge.

The regret of unfinished business is particularly oppressive, even haunting in its oppressive grief.

You see it everywhere and everyone seems to be doing it but you. You could have had it as well, and you know it, and that’s what bothers you. Your worst enemy is yourself, and sadly, you know that what you did wasn't worth what you lost.

Regret is her companion and the one who whispers to her often. She has even let hope die and that brings about despair.