(Inspiration from MATTRESS SURFING!!! SO freaking COOL. haha. )
Sitting at the top of the wooden stairs
The riders of the night prepared
To launch
Their stallion
Down the Rocky Mountains
Across the harsh terrains
To make it to the land of fluff
And so, with joyful spirits, they plunged into vertical terror.
From that exact moment the aircraft tilts
Against the laws of gravity,
That sudden rush of anxiety is quickly replaced
With a fast-beating heart.
And at that exhilarating moment one might say
It feels like you could touch the ends of the earth.
Gravity is stubborn
And pulls the riders
On to sure death
But a twist of fate,
When the stallion lands on gentle fluff,
The rider’s heart is still
Palpitating against his chest.
written at 12:18 PM