I lick the sores in my mouth, the toxins running out. It feels like it's been ages since I've eaten. Living off long gone love. Sitting in praise and worship, feeling the weight of a God I need. I'll come crashing to my knees. For now I'll sit in my seat. It's not jiving. You make me laugh, with how uncertain you are of yourself. This red carpet beneath my feet, keeps me alive. The ghost of something holy, so tangible. In his arms, ghosts can love...