Motorized Hands.

Shaking hands, rushing thoughts, and unending energy. I need to move, and once the demons leave I'll stop. The slightest movements are what travel miles throughout my mind and body. I can't stay still and if I do, the world stops moving. Nervous energy? No. Caffeine powers this constant motion as I dash through the light jog of the day.

Never stop, only once the world hold's it's breath will you stand on the tip of a needle on the tallest mountain. Ramble, rumble, stumble and fall. With the energy possessed, you can move mountains, climb the tallest of towers, swim at the deepest depths of the bottom of the ocean without motion.

Never. Stop. Moving.

Keep it cool, Condemned.