free him
Can't you see he's trying to remember? Trying to be better? Trying to be stronger?
It's not his fault he has his vices. the beer, the vodka. They help him forget.
The grass, too. It makes him see those colours he longs to place inside his heart.
Sometimes the food is too heavy, and it makes him feel too low to the earth. Sometimes the food just needs a little . . . PUSH to even it out.
Can't you see he's a poor, lost soul?
Can't you let him go, Casper?
Can't you let him go?