Talk to the sky;;

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S k e e t e r !

B i t c h I'm the bomb like tick, t i c k.

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It feels like the end.

++ White feet pushed my way along the tall twirling grass. Dark thunderous clouds found their way over my head, as the wind swirled into my nose I could easily tell a heavy storm was approaching quickly. I kept at my quick trot. Unsure why I had kept at such a quick pace all alone in the dark wilderness. I had shoved my feet into the ground, stopping any further movement through the dense trees. No sounds were made in my distant travels all alone. I sighed and flopped onto my stomach. Unsure of what was supposed to happen now. Nothing of importance besides sitting here with myself in the soon pouring rain. Surprisingly for summer it was rather chilly to be such a season, showing such thoughts a quick shiver ran up my spine.

++ Mid after noon, all I was wishing for some lightening sunshine to make my day look up. Yet my wishes were counter acted, causing chilling rainy weather. Another rain my parade. Haha. Some of the things I said I didn't realize how gay they sounded until I spoke them smoothly again in my head. Usually I didn't think before I said somethings, yet they just came out with the truth. I rolled onto my back black, seeing lightly through the thick green leaves of the tightly packed trees in these damn woods. Why was I here? Of course, I was getting away from civilization. I wasn't usually that social type, for whenever I seemed to be around others everything felt like it was crashing down, and just flat out wrecking my day.

++ I listened, seeing if anybody were going about to approach me. I was hoping not. But guessing that somebody would soon come across the black silhouette of myself, laying in the tall grass. or my wishes would once again be granted upon by the opposite way. It being summer and all I knew that many dogs would travel distances for the cool ocean breeze and that water that seemed to relieve all stress, being usually cooler then any neighboring area. The number one reason why I had chosen the deep woods to place myself among.

++ But if somebody did come across me surprisingly, to my delight, ad the luckiness of whoever I come across, I was in a very happy mood. As my long legs seemed to gracefully stretch out over the silky grass. As I stopped and let the approaching storm breeze push into my face I let out a sigh. I had then wondered, why the hell a sigh? Surely something would eventually come along, and knock my happiness down like nothing. Surely it was destine to happen, like every other moment I shared happiness in my damn life. It was like living in hell. Nobody wanted you to be happy for once, see the twinkle in your eye. Why was I so set on this, shit. Yes I had problems, I'd always get stuck on the same thoughts over and over again, why the fuck can't I get over them?

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We'll make it through.

You are; Skeeter.
They are; Skye.
You count your prayers; Five.Hundred.And.Fourteen.
You tell me; Done.

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SKYE
Faith and five dollars goes a long way

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Ashen head turned upwards. Her sights were resolute on whence her newly given namesake had come from. Inauspicious vapors began to gather in the vast plain above. Each new wisp brought a fresh breeze that carried the scent of torrent that was likely to come. Skye’s body was a timeless sculpture now. Not a hair moved as her hazels gazed into the beast that was barreling toward her. Three legs were firmly planted into the softened earth while the remaining limb was held stiff mid-air, poised to take the step she had been planning before a crack of thunder had caught her attention. This was not her element of choice. Her preferred setting would have a bit more heat generated and a considerable drop in precipitation.


Yes, thoughts of home would be a nice comfort food for the moment. Thoughts not of constant green but of sandbanks that stretched miles. Rather than frequent showers, oasis hideaways were a fragile indulgence. Heat had it’s time and cold has its, unlike here where temperatures were an unpredictable variable. Glorifying a desert could have been deemed silly to another, but thoughts of it was her asylum from the routine she was trying to play out. Features leisurely began to escape the stoic figure, her body moving once again. There was no elation in continuing, in fact it was almost dismaying to move from the spot that created such stirred such gratifying illusions within her mind. Pace quickened as she picked up a brisk walk to travel with. Where this step was taking her was an unspecified locality.

That’s how it was now. She had been the one to take flight and now she was too far up to make a mistake without it being costly. However, it was difficult to know if she was making a blunder or not if she hadn’t a clue what the difference was. Even in the wastelands she loved, Skye had been a precious pet to someone. Every need was catered to in some fashion and self reliance was unnecessary. Properly, she had the intuition to keep herself from starvation, but there were other rumblings other than her stomach’s. Isolation caused her mind to crackle in complaint. The ambiguity of tomorrow caused her nerves to fray at the ends. Exposure had dampened both her spirits and looks. Being of the more pallid variety, earthy beds were an abysmal excuse and caused her appearances to suffer. One might not worry so much for their looks in this situation, but the decorous characteristics that were woven into her personality would not allow her to forget such an important issue.

Keeping her velocity steady, Skye let loose the alacrity that her kind are so famed for. Customarily, she wouldn’t be so disorderly, but a stimulating run might help clear her mentality. Paws struck the ground at calculated intervals, avoiding the most dangerous of obstacles and withstanding those that were inescapable. Hurdles were only a minor effort on her part, that’s being to the long legs she was so gifted with. Sight was her ally as she weaved between trees and other foliage. In spite of this, there was one impediment that avoided her detection altogether.

Eyes caught sight of the sprawled figure only moments before impact would have occurred. Veering to the left, she tried to avoid the figure wholly, yet that was near impossible. Stepping over the back branches of the creature, Skye managed to slow on the opposing side of the other animal that she now had the change to realize was a dog like herself. Thus she stood, feeling a little exposed and fully embarrassed for being caught out being so reckless. “I….apo.l..ogize” She managed to gasp out as she caught her breath. If anything, she had probably ruined his afternoon nap by creating such a disturbance.

Lets bring in Skye
To take Skeeter dancing
Six hundred-fifty steps to remember
And then were done

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S k e e t e r !

B i t c h I'm the bomb like tick, t i c k.

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It feels like the end.

++ All of a sudden some unidentified object came flying over my slim body that lay hidden among the tall weeds. Well so much for hidden anymore. I rolled my eyes, annoyed as I pushed my front legs up to form my sitting position, yawning. Bringing my attention back to her. She apologized? That's a first for anybody to do to me. Oh well. "Eh, don't sweat it." I said, bringing myself into a standing position, streching and then plopping my bum b

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We'll make it through.

You are; Skeeter.
They are; Skye.
You count your prayers; Words
You tell me; NOT DONE.

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