You again [Dreams]
Nov 27, 2013 17:12:39 GMT -5
Post by kousei ♚ on Nov 27, 2013 17:12:39 GMT -5
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The sound of wheels rolling across the ground can only be heard by me. The feeling of every bump, fly and swerve can only be felt by me. The feeling of the wind whipping past my face as my skateboard carries me can only be felt be me. This exhilaration can only be felt by me and me alone. This is my pleasure, and my pleasure only to be felt by me. Skating is my life and will always be my life, the wheels carry my light body across the empty road, it's fun how I have so much room really, no people to interrupt me while I just try to enjoy life. All those stuck-up careers are boring. Why would I want to be training myself to die when I could be doing this instead?
People who say skating is juvenile and dangerous can go and fuck themselves.
Skating is an art form, skating takes skill, skating takes guts and determination. The kids who wrinkle their noses at me and turn away from me like I'm a street rat need to take their heads out of their ass, this is fun, they need to experience fun. I'm not saying skating is for everybody, like I said before skating takes guts and determination, some kids just aren't up to it. I feel sorry for those kids. They'll never know how fun it is to skate.
Despite it being cold outside, I still decided to go out skating because nothing beats the joy of skating. "I should try skating with my eyes closed. Yea, that would be a great idea. I'm grinning to myself and close my eyes well shut, and then I begin pushing myself forwards, and forwards, until I'm picking up speed, I know I can do this, I know I can do this. I can't see but I can feel the wind whipping myself as the board carries my forwards. I can't see but I can hear the wheels rolling across the floor and the wind howling as it whips past my face. I can't see but I can taste the joy of skating.
I can do it. I can do this!
CRASH!
Suddenly there's a collision and nothing but pain as I fall off my skateboard and onto my back, the wind knocked out of me and I'm groaning in pain coughing and sputtering as I roll on my front and try to get up. "I-I'm s-so, s-sorry. I- must- have- lost- control of my board or something." I groan as I get up, I'm half expecting whoever I collided into to start screaming curses at me, calling me a reckless idiot and dissing skating all together despite the fact I apologized. I'm still seeing stars as I try to clear my head.
That was an interesting experience...
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