Instead of Thundering Thoughts-I thought something beautiful.

Jump off that cliff into the cupped hands of air. You're too heavy for any of its support and you will gracefuly be sucked into the transparency of canopies of air. "Gracefully", well, more like a pile of organs with skin flabbering around uncontrollably.

Someone out there on your little green ozone ball, feels you falling from above and something, makes them sharply inhale and they feel as if something is sucked out of them as well.
You know that shiver you feel when music sucks it out of you, or when you get goosebumps from something exciting? Its all but an interconectivity with that person jumping off the cliff, into the unknown. Its like in Prog Rock, where they have the drums but recorded backwards. Like nothing sucked out of nothing into the concrete sound of the drum being hit. A sort of Implosion. Where does it go? It goes to the center, to the importance. Where did i see that... i think 5th element...nevermind.
Suspension, your mind suspended in air; THATS what we were going to do. We were going to jump from that cliff, and freeze time. Midway through the jump, just freeze. Inhale, Exhale. Just Stop. Suddenly air's mythical strength is regained and you have something to relax against, your heart has slowly crawled back, from its 2 meter acceleration, and has tucked itself safely in some haven of comfort called your body. From that amazingly comfortable """freefalling position just swivel too a seated position. Just Relax.
Sounds like some SwissAir or Swiss, company logo thing, well it probably is.
Feels like your relaxed-self has, by some coy marketing scheme, been thrown into some prissy business class lounge. Its all so new and shiney, no one really knows what they're doing there. I mean who the hell wants to sit in those uncomfortable blavk leather chairs and watch CNN on silent? Now that would be the waiting room to hell. Something like that at least. So midway to hell, you freeze in air, you grab a packet of peanuts and say to yourself, "Well this is quite quaint innit?" .
You Relax
Or tell yourself to, in any case it all results into joining some self help anonymous club. With you as the teacher and the only student, repeating some false mantra to yourself, that has somehow numbed your mind long enough for it to feel good about itself.Like an old record playing and skipping at the same part over and over and ooover again, the part where "ohhh babby you knoww Iii " "ohhh babby you knooww ii" scratches out, in other words never getting to the punchline but it sounds nice anyways. Punchlines are for wussies, I think the whole story of life, when told amusingly enough is waaay better than some lame assed punchline which Eeeveryone saw coming, and even when they didn't they wish they hadn't. So you're sitting midair. You look down and something tells a cloud or two to look spiritually enlightening, some brightly darkened greys and some mucky yellow-golds aquarelle its ways up to blinding light-white. Oh don't go all clichéd on me. Stop trying to excuse your lack of vocabulary with some immediate afterthought. *sarah hits her brain*. You fastforward time and freeze it just in time to lay on the cloud. Towering around you, is a whole skyscape of an excuse for poetry. Its beautiful, sure, but so transient. One moment, a wave curling over, under the weight of precariously moulded ice crystal fluff, the next, an empty vacuo of blue. Periodically speaking, the cloud will come back, yet for now I'll keep my life on pause, sit, relax and enjoy the clouds englobuled in an instance of unescapability.

Yes, Sarah does look at the sky for what it is , not just to daydream in excape of reality,because, only when one looks to really see what is there at the surface, can one really look through it and see what true beauty lies deeply embedded within. Moral of the day children.