True Freedom

So, this is what it feels like to be free. It is true when people say that freedom can't be described. It is the only time I feel free. One more kick and I will be in heaven. Just one more push and I will be in paradise. I have come so far. I could not imagine how far I have come, how fast I rode. I feel like the music is being played from the sky. The clouds shaped like speakers moving towards Earth. The stars blinking as if Earth is the center of the Universe. It is the perfect setting. Just the right amount of wind hitting my face; the right speed; the right time. It is all perfect. I am all free. It does not matter how good I am at it. It does not matter how much I payed for it. It does not matter how long ago I bought it. But the faster my feet push the ground away from me, the brighter the stars seem to get and the more the definition of freedom becomes clear. So powerful. So beautiful. Almost too hard to believe that it's only me on my skateboard, only listening to my Zune, only in darkness of Saturday night, only feeling freedom.