Beasts Of The Southern Wild Page #4

I can count all the times I've been lifted

on two fingers.

Wink! Bring my baby here!

We got to wash her up!

No, that waits.

All right, fatso, breathe some air.

I need to go home.

If that isn't love

It'll have to do

Until the real thing comes along

You're my friend, kind of.

I gotta take care of mine.

Real good.

No crying, hear?

No crying.

Don't you cry.

As I stand by the bayou,

I watch a ship as she disappears.

There, she is gone.

And we cry for this.

But she's not gone.

She's just as real as when she left me.

And somewhere else,

other voices are calling out:

"Here she comes."

And that is dying.

Here she comes!

When it all goes quiet

behind my eyes...

...I see everything that made me...

...flying around in invisible pieces.

When I look too hard, it goes away.

But when it all goes quiet,

I see they are right here.

I see that I'm a little piece

of a big, big universe.

And that makes things right.

When I die, the scientists of the future...

...they're going to find it all.

They're going to know...

...once, there was a Hushpuppy...

...and she lived with her daddy

in the Bathtub.

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