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Profile  Joshua Hoong 06.09.92 Audiophile Self-Proclaimed-Certified-iPod-Evangelist Interests Holga Emily Haines Jews JUICE Photography Not Drawing Rilo Kiley Stars Twee Vaseline Writing Your Sister Take It Out On Me We Won't Turn To Dust May 2008 June 2008 September 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 Credits Layout: hearteditorials Codes: -ambulance Icon: biconcave |
Sunday, February 8, 2009
From up here, I can. It is a piece of sky, lying on the ground.
We're in the woods, just the two of us. I have on my best sneakers, the ones with rainbow laces and the place on the back that Mason chewed through when he was just a puppy. Her steps are bigger than mine, but it's a game - I try to jump into the hole her shoes leave behind. I'm a frog; I'm a kangaroo; I'm magic. When I walk, it sounds like cereal getting poured for breakfast. Crunch. 'My legs hurt', I tell her. 'It's just a little bit longer.' 'I don't want to walk', I say, and I sit right there, because if I don't move she won't either. She leans down and points, but the trees are like the legs of tall people I can't see around. 'Do you see it yet?' She asks me. I shake my head. Even if I could see it, I would have told her I couldn't. She picks me up and puts me on her shoulders. 'The pond', she says. 'Can you see the pond?' From up here, I can. It is a piece of sky, lying on the ground. When Heaven breaks, who fixes it? |