under the surface there is something else. i feel it pulling on my skin. there's a hollow that i need to find in me, search it out and fill it in. but there's always that old feeling in the back of my mind. that the things that i am seeking will never be mine. holding onto superstitions that i made up on my own. telling me that i can't possibly be fine when i've been wrong for so long. and i am dumb, i am no fun. i can't do it, i should just quit. but then i get that glowing feeling that grew when i tried to put faith in what i know that i can do, and in that quiet voice inside. then i am one, i feel the sun. she's on my back, i'm not going back and i can run.