Zipline Creative Writing

I’ve never felt this before. Hanging from a zipline was new to me. The air is no longer disgusting or moist, but crisp. The adrenaline kicks in while my body is vigorously forcing its way though the wind. The rush of emotions made my heart pound and my face go pale, but soon enough, my mind chooses to relax and my eyes decide to look down. Tiny piles of green with a blob of clear water on the side, it soothed by mind like music in ears. The trees could not get any greener and the water could not be any more transparent. The sound of people was muffled out by the forceful wind and by the sound of the zipline rubbing against metal. The wind washed away the dirt that has covered me for years from the judgment of others. Nothing in the world mattered. It allowed me to leave the demanding and superficial world that stood behind me. Then a bizarre feeling came over me. It took me a few seconds to figure it out, but it eventually hit me. Alive, that was the word to describe it, I was alive. Being suppressed and strangled by a rope all my life, I did not know what it was like to be free. The atmosphere untied the rope that was preventing me from breathing for all this time and finally, I was able to take my first breath. With no people in near sight, I could do anything. No one could tell me what to do or how I had to be. I possessed more powers than any superhero that ever existed. I could not be stopped, I was invincible. …show more content…
I emotionally prepared myself to enter the real world again. I inhaled until my lungs were full, not knowing when I’ll be able to come back to get more. Before this experience, confidence was scarce, but those few seconds on the zipline changed everything. My mind knew that I had to get off, but my heart screamed the exact opposite. I eventually forced my heart to let go. Even though getting off brought tears to my eyes, I was