Gemotions

The park felt different today. He breathed deeply, letting the fresh air fill his lungs. The discovery of Maya's manuscript, a brutal, honest, and utterly captivating account of their turbulent relationship, had ignited a fire within him. He felt an urge to run, to shout, to *become*. He had a strange awareness of his own body, of his heartbeat, of the muscles in his legs. He found a sudden, desperate urge to create something too, and his fingers started itching for his instruments. He had a guitar solo burning inside him, and he would let it out.