My Inspiration
They are extreme, they live in the imagi-nation, they jump off of things randomly, and they have their own show on DVD. These two people are my inspiration. They are best friends and brothers. Flying through the air audaciously…I watch in awe at their spectacular stunts, I laugh at their silly acts, and I cry when they are hurt.
They make the crowd cheer and scream with each taunt, each move…My eyes follow them on the screen, glued to every tactic. I find myself lost in my mind, in my own imagi-nation, drawing their logo over and over, writing their finishers…
I am a slave to the imagi-nation, addicted to ones poems, drawn to ones jokes…
One makes me want to fly inside away…
One makes me want to get caught in a twist of fate…
My inspiration…The Hardy Boyz…