Life is too short to not live wild. Thoughts race like untamed horses across endless plains. Breath catches fire in the lungs. Skin remembers the sting of salt wind and the burn of midnight sun. Heartbeats drum against the cage of routine. Colors bleed louder when you stop naming them. Edges sharpen when you lean into the fall. Silence screams if you finally listen. Every second drips molten and slips through clenched fists. Why hoard the sparks when the dark is hungry. Run until the ground forgets your weight. Scream until the sky cracks open. Taste the storm on your tongue. Die a little every day so tomorrow can be reborn roaring. Life is too short to not live wild. (Generated by Grok because I just need this text block to finalize my beautiful design.)