April 26, 2012

"I should be used to it by now," the Little Girl says. Because the loneliness is acute tonight.
"Some things don't change," replies the angel.
"Obviously...But I grew up and things are still the same. I've been waiting my whole life for my generation to catch up, or for me to move backwards. But it's the same. I'm still alone. And there is still no one to talk to except for you."
"I don't count to you?"
"No. You are nothing more than the air I breathe and the voice inside my head."
"You know I am more than that."
"Shut up," she says. "I can't feel you."
"I cover you," says the angel.
"I know."
"You can come with me if you choose to."
"No. That is running."
"And you are not used to running?"
"I wouldn't call it running. More like attempting new frontiers. There are some things in life I couldn't live with anymore. New scenery was not a desire. It was a necessity."
"Are you afraid?"
Fear is consuming. Of course. But it is an emotion I turn off. At least it is one I put aside. Fear paralyzes. So I do what I have to do."