that's what she said {windy}

Hydrogen in our veins
It cannot hold us up
My blood is boiling
The pressure in our bodies
That echoes up above it is exploding

The treadmill starts slow, but the whooshing sound it makes carefully increases by the second, and you can feel the ground before you spinning faster and faster. "If you can't handle it, pull the pin," the training lady had instructed you, as well as a group of other kids. Your breaths are already starting to get heavy and your legs are already starting to feel weak.

You've learned, overtime, that if you push past the tough parts, the grass is always greener on the other side. Those few minutes of pain you experience while running - if you can just push past them - you'll feel nothing at all, except for the wind in your face and the sweat cascading down from your forehead.

"This is pretty easy," you tell the boy next to you, even though your lasping breaths and quivering legs give it away.

And our particles they're burning up
Because they yearn for each other
Although we stick together
It seems that we are estranging one another
Feel it on me love