Fly
I squint my magenta eyes as wind whips past me, howling in protest. I smile as adrenaline fills me as I pick up speed. Patchworks of farmland blur below me, painting the earth in an evolving lush green, the sky, a clear blue above me.
My tense muscles strain from the physical exertion. My eyes sting from the cold, harsh air. I breathe heavily as I slowly run out of breath; it begins to get harder to move forward.
The warm sun shines down on my back, filling me with warmth and comfort. The clear skies ahead beckon me on. I accelerate further, dashing through the sky with ease. My prismatic mane and tail whip around in the wind behind me. My wings beat harder and faster. I soar through the sky, faster than any pony has ever flown before. Nopony can keep up, no matter how hard they try! This is where I was always meant to be, above the common rabble below.
Up here in the sky, none of their day to day problems mean anything, in fact, up here in the sky, I don’t even need to pretend they exist, up here in the sky, freedom is everywhere. I can do what I want, free of any guilt, free of any worries. In fact, it is up here in the sky where I feel most at peace, and only when the rest of my life is far behind in distant Ponyville do I feel truly alive. I was born to be up here, I was born to fly.