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now - mates of state
Apr. 1st, 2010 08:46 pmNOW NOW NOW NOW!
He's laughing, spinning in place, hands in the air. Barefooted, sidestepping glass shards and dirty clothes. He's faltering, but it doesn't stop or mask his joy.
He's a little belligerent, it's true. But it evaporates, like smoke, puffs and clears away the wisps and fog and he rushes towards the windows to pull open the blinds and open them up. The sunlight pours onto his face, rushing, pulling him forward and he eagerly accepts. He tugs on his shoes, laces them up with perfect bunny ears and steps on the clothesline, not even looking down as he bounces his way over, the string vibrating with alarming speed, to the other side of the building, grabs hold of the ledge and hoists himself up.
This is it. This is it. This is it.
He's laughing, spinning in place, hands in the air. Barefooted, sidestepping glass shards and dirty clothes. He's faltering, but it doesn't stop or mask his joy.
He's a little belligerent, it's true. But it evaporates, like smoke, puffs and clears away the wisps and fog and he rushes towards the windows to pull open the blinds and open them up. The sunlight pours onto his face, rushing, pulling him forward and he eagerly accepts. He tugs on his shoes, laces them up with perfect bunny ears and steps on the clothesline, not even looking down as he bounces his way over, the string vibrating with alarming speed, to the other side of the building, grabs hold of the ledge and hoists himself up.
This is it. This is it. This is it.
