Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy?. Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop. You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.
Scent inside the air tonight. I breathe. I breathe it. Leading me in a space between. Awareness and instinct. Beating from within my body's cage. I've hungered for you for too long to stop now.