ice cold mania.

I move fast. I mean I don’t stop. My feet follow each other like an addict chasing a fix. I can’t stop them. They’re liquid and solid at the same time. They don’t wait for anyone.

My feet. They move fast like me. My heart skips a beat. But I never stumble. Except when I do and it hurts.

My feet move fast and I can’t stop them. They follow me wherever I go. The move rock and water aside so my toes have a place to land.

My feet move fast and so do I. My feet move fast and they strike the ground. My feet move fast and I never stop.

Because moving picks me off the ground. My feet fly when I run. I fly when I move. That’s the only way I can live. Moving like water down an alpine stream.

My feet move fast and so do I. If I stop I’ll die. There’s no color left in my eyes. No way out no matter how hard I try.

My feet move fast and I don’t die. My feet they move fast and

I never stop.