It burns.
Finger tips just graced across my arm. It sends chills and the gears begin to grind. They pick up pace as steps begin to take off.
Bodies turning.
Eyes searching.
Breath hitching.
Heart pounding.
Targets acquired.
Can't help were my feet take me.
Can't stop who my hands touch.
Its a fire to set all other fires into motion.
Musings of a girl in motion
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