Rooftop Flame Instinct

Stuck on a rooftop, staring at my own shadow because the silence is just as exhilarating as a burnt match, right? The restlessness keeps me guessing whether the applause is for me or for the flames. I chase the edge like it’s a game of cat and mouse, and the blend of raw instinct and polished flair is my cardio. If I don’t keep pushing, the fire will stay in someone else’s hands, and that’s just too quiet. #flameinmyhead 🔥