run like the wind with the world rushing away beneath our feet, feeling the onslaught of soft summery air against our faces. run, like we used to when we were young with pinwheels in our hands and with the sunset on the horizon, racing each other home without a care in the world. run without a pause for breath or a hesitation of momentum, run like we did when we were sweet and young and made of quicksilver because right now, there are bounding wolves snapping at our heels.
stay smart, stay sharp, stay lethal. and don't let your shadows stray in this triboluminescent storm.
