react

to be fluid. let's flow with such emotion it visibly shakes the sky and allows sun beams to grace our souls. magic? a rapture of such sweet wrath penetrates our eyes and makes us see the most beautiful of things in the darkest of places. lights in the trees twinkle substance into our fingers and allow us to mould such efforts into something absolutely desirable. listen to the blood run hot through my veins, my heart speeds up to a lightening pace. back against the wall - let's be lucid. as if we've practiced these steps, we haven't, but i feel like i know them. we have created our own dance i never want to stop. i want to dance and dance with you. perfect pace, wonderful song. reaction, sweet sweet reaction.