I want happiness.
I want solitude.
I want company.
I want beauty.
I want music in my veins.
I want poetry in my tongue.
I want energy in my muscles.
I want art in my fingertips.
I want love in my eyes.
I just want to run.
I want to run until my feet bleed.
I want to run so fast time rewinds.
I want to run back to the first time I saw you.
Maybe then I could kiss you.