cindersk:

The Arch.
That tell-tale movement…That indefinable reflex…That precurser to nervous chaos…
That moment in timeWhere time stands stillThat breathless gaspThat fails to fillThat silent screamThat echoes stillAll through your Electrified nervesThat start the lift-offThat sends your soulHeading heaven-wardThrough your bodyThat holds onWith every fiberTo keep youComplete.
The supreme battleOf body and soulAs one Shoots for the starsWhile the other strugglesTo stay whole.
The Arch.

cindersk:

The Arch.

That tell-tale movement…
That indefinable reflex…
That precurser to nervous chaos…

That moment in time
Where time stands still
That breathless gasp
That fails to fill
That silent scream
That echoes still
All through your
Electrified nerves
That start the lift-off
That sends your soul
Heading heaven-ward
Through your body
That holds on
With every fiber
To keep you
Complete.

The supreme battle
Of body and soul
As one 
Shoots for the stars
While the other struggles
To stay whole.

The Arch.

No one’s ever drank a shot and then done something that they’re proud of.