And that is how you became a ghost in a moment that passed like a year.
The big question marks are still hanging from my ceiling.
I have fallen down.
How did I get up to here? I don't know.
How do I get out of here? I don't know.
Come back and write on my wall.
And I'll leave the rusty questions alone.
I'll still be there for you to lay on, to use, to rest your soul.