Shoot you down (576 hits)
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Submitted by digsy (View user info) at 2004-08-03 10:36:26 EDT
Great. She shot me down.
I'm plunging down towards that green carpet, littered with emerald shaded canopies. My engine has stalled, and I'm in freefall. This is the epiphonic lapse before I start to nosedive, and smash into the ground in a ball of flames.
I'm tugging at the controls, I want it to stop. I want to soar above the clouds once more. Looking up however, I see they are becoming distant. I once took flying at altitude for granted and now that I'm descending I would give anything to be floating in that large sea of blue.
My head, my cockpit, my heart. They are all spinning, I can't take control of any. Warnings are flashing in the three of them. My mood is becoming low, as is my altitude. Soon I will hit the ground and explode.
Then I turn my head, and remember. That brown sack which is now my lifeline between crashing and burning, and floating down to the ground gently. I grab it. I grab you. You are my parachute. We float down together, and I quite fittingly land harshly, and fall to my knees. You stride above me, offer me your hand and welcome me back to the Earth.
I was flying, I was shot down, and now I'm on the runway, ready to take off with you again.
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Submitted by RamJetMax (user info) at 2004-08-03 11:30:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
what?
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-08-03 10:37:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That's a wonderful metaphor.