Oskar Eli

Oskar and Eli had run straight into the lake, washed off and crawled into their carriage again. They had turned on the lamp, placed it on the floor and taken a closer look around. The walls were gray, of the mold and fungus. But Eli said it wasn’t dangerous. So Oskar accepted it but didn’t like it too well. It wasn’t that pretty.

Then they had gone in one of the carry bags and found the two identical sets pajamas. And took them on, just to try it out. They were white with small black dots. Now they really looked like normal children.

Oskar and Eli hear my voice and ponder my words.

To most Fate is cruel and scornful, a tyrant who delights in the
misery of man.
Yet upon your two souls she has cast favor and allowed your lives
to mingle.
Esteem lightly not her favor for she is proud and takes delight in the
sorrows of those who refuse her.
In her morbid collection of mankind's aspirations she takes much joy.

Oskar, cling to that which so many have striven, bled and perished
for without ever knowing fully.
Understand what is before you, look not with your eyes.

Oh how my soul longs for you who is not real save only in my mind.

At night you come to me in my dreams and we are together until
the morning sun tears you from my embrace.

What a cruel tormentor the mind can be for it knows the desires
of the heart and the yearnings of the soul.

With such knowledge my mind teases and taunts me, there is no
rest.

At night I see you and hear you and feel your touch but it is your
soul I desire most for it intertwines perfectly with mine.

Quick Bright Things
by Kírk Barrett