131 – Run
Flying
Without wings.
Riding
On pure freedom.
Falling
With no ground to hit.
Swimming
On waves of raw adrenaline.
Laughing
Like a simple mad fool.
Surfing
At the edge of panic.
Knowing in your guts
It’s never late
To be alive.
• • •
Flying
Without wings.
Riding
On pure freedom.
Falling
With no ground to hit.
Swimming
On waves of raw adrenaline.
Laughing
Like a simple mad fool.
Surfing
At the edge of panic.
Knowing in your guts
It’s never late
To be alive.