I'm just a stool.
I have four legs, a seat, no hands, no eyes, no heart.
One day, I fell in love with a girl.
But I'm just a stool. I can't confess my love to the world loudly like a human being.
When I completely fell apart, I was thrown into the fire. When the flames licked up, I could finally move, turning into a wisp of smoke, rising up and drifting in her direction.
I can hug her. Although I am just a wisp of smoke, although I cannot hold it.
I'm just a stool.
Intention: loneliness