Make Me Feel

I heard a song a little while ago that made me move. This would not be notable except that such an occurrence has been rare as of late.

I need movement, shell-shock, high-velocity rampages into unknown territory.

Move number one: get the hell out.

Turns Out Freedom Ain't Nothing but Missing You

What do I say?

...I said it all. And nothing at all.

That feeling, when the words are right there and so is the moment but if they came out I would be more surprised than anyone at their content, and everything would change.

I'll go back, all the time.