It’s falling apart inside you again. Building mountains in your heart, but you’re the only one who can climb them without falling. Dangerous games and you love the thrill. I’m too distant nowadays. I keep thinking about aging and how haunting certain memories feel. I’m a product of the ghosts that roam freely inside my mind. Feel the floor drop beneath me before anyone can reach out to help. Climb for the sake of saying you reached. Separate yourself from everything in the world and come back down to the center when the ringing in your ears fade. You’re awake again. You’re worthy of dreaming. You’re haunting yourself. -AMT ©️