Impulse.

February 28, 2016

Impulsive. On the go. Moving.

Wind in my hair-on my face-arms-mixing with my breath.

Needing to go-go-just go.

Everyday seems boring but leaving-its close-so close-I can taste it.

I can feel the wind-see the road-hear the freedom that I want-need-so badly.

But its always out of reach-can't-go-go-wanting.

Impulsive. On the go. Moving.

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