Don’t knock or call I wont answer the phone or open the door. Breathing in the sour taste of the candles burning. Flirting with gravity I am not coming down. Just a ghost still searching where to put my flag in the ground. All things that I thought were possible; start from cashing hours in for numbers, but then numbers become days. Am I running away from everything I have been running towards? The shadows haunt me staying close behind where ever I go; so I keep the lights turned down low. I am still alive as far as I know, but there is a strong black burning in the back of my throat. Where the words turn to asphalt and crash to the ground. I know there is something more were each created for; I just have long ways to go, and a journey still left to grow.