Overgrown Monologue

The thickness of the fog consumed the sun’s beams of light leaving nothingness in it’s path. There was a cloak of gray and darkness lying gently over the barren meadow. The barren meadow was silent, the atmosphere would cause a normal human brain to become nebulous and cold. There was no movement or sound, other than the shrikes of a striking, young fawn letting out her final breaths on a deathbed made of dead flowers, brown grass and sharp rocks. The only two living creatures in the barren meadow were a slender, pale, man dressed in all black and a elementary school age girl, with blonde gleaming hair and bright warm brown eyes in a plain white sundress. They sat next to an overgrown pond that has long since seen light or life. The little girl looked at her friend then the pond. After about a second or two of intent starring, the

He has nothing left for him here. Not his family or his home. Now, have you made your decision?”

“Mr. Bright, will I still be able to go to school?”

“My dear your teachers will be the stars, the sun, the moon and the earth. You will tap the knowledge of the universe and see through the cosmos and reach your arms out with the growing trees, you will breath with the push and pull of the ocean tides. You will be instilled with the knowledge of the ever expanding space and be one and the same as the galaxies.”

“Mr. Bright, can we still play like we do now.”

“You will have many companions, however, all will eventually ascend from the dark to the light. You will be the one to lead them from the frail, pathetic, concrete, matter to the energy of life and death in which they may soon come to be and shall remain. Yet, for me it is my time to leave this state of being as each day goes on my entity fades into oblivion, I must lay to rest.”

“Mr.Bright, I’ll miss you.”

“My dear when you know all there is to know you cease to yearn for my quick, long fingers.”

“Mr. Bright, where will I