Post by "stomp" jenkins on Jun 10, 2015 18:20:38 GMT
it had been a long day for the young stomp. she lay there in the grass, her jacket peeled off to reveal her white undershirt and her hat strewn to the side. her chest heaved up and down as she took deep breaths, letting the essence of nature and the feeling of life permeate randomly in and out through her body. her energy and life flowed and blended in with that of the route 101 seamlessly, as if they were one in the same. it was a moment of euphoria, in a sense, that the girl experienced as she turned her head to see the sun through the spare trees. her dull blue eyes squinted slightly as she was met by the sun setting in the distance. an orange had settled on the horizon, streaking up and over and into her irises from all the way down there. reminding herself to breathe, the girl sat happily and calmly as she watched the orange deepen and merge with the horizon.
it was a cliche description of the sunset, maybe, but to stomp it felt brand new. she had never been here before, after all, and in her mind there was a brand new perspective to be gained from every single place in the world. here, on route 101, she was seeing the world as a beginner, like that of a baby. the grass and the dirt and the trees felt fresh, brand new. that lingering orange that she smiled toward brought her an immense joy. that, too, felt brand new. getting up from the ground, she sat there on her knees, now, as if by raising her vantage point she'd see more of the orange longer. the skarmory sat there, on the ground curled up ready to sleep for the night. but it was unalarmed when its new owner spoke, as she quickly caught on to her owner always doing, "isn't it beautiful?" she wanted the sunset to last a few more hours or minutes or seconds. anything.
it was a cliche description of the sunset, maybe, but to stomp it felt brand new. she had never been here before, after all, and in her mind there was a brand new perspective to be gained from every single place in the world. here, on route 101, she was seeing the world as a beginner, like that of a baby. the grass and the dirt and the trees felt fresh, brand new. that lingering orange that she smiled toward brought her an immense joy. that, too, felt brand new. getting up from the ground, she sat there on her knees, now, as if by raising her vantage point she'd see more of the orange longer. the skarmory sat there, on the ground curled up ready to sleep for the night. but it was unalarmed when its new owner spoke, as she quickly caught on to her owner always doing, "isn't it beautiful?" she wanted the sunset to last a few more hours or minutes or seconds. anything.
a million one, a million two
a hundred more will never do
a hundred more will never do
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