I have to move.
I have to get up and brush myself off and start over, again.
I need to feel the energy surging through me,
pulsing, throbbing.
I need a sensation that is merely a distant memory,
feeling alive.

I know I will eventually move.
Sometime, soon, maybe.

I have to move,
Get up and go -
travel, run, explore.

I need to live again.