Girl and her Golem

She wiped her hair behind her hair, She sighed. She begged for him to come back, to hear her. She began to cry. and when she looked up, she met his grey, sad eyes. she saw the flecks of blue and gold, and the flakes of auborn around his pupil. 'What, my child, what calls me to you this time?' his voice held the earthen tones, of bone buried deep in the desert, of roots grasping tendrils of sand, of everything that ever was, and everything that could never be. she yearned to feel him. she tried to find her voice, but she could hardly breathe. he waited, penitently, like an old cat poised gracefully upon the windowsill-- waiting for something I interesting-- knowing it would only be a matter of time, before it would happen. and finally it did. Finally she spoke. 'I am so tired.' she said. 'im tired of waiting on people and them waiting on me. and when I should be alone, I'm not. when I need company, I'm alone. I'm cursed by my generation. and not one soul understanding me.' and he said 'and you called me because I can hold you while you close your eyes and take you to heaven, or hell, whichever surprise. but either place would be better than your current disgrace?' she nodded and sobbed. and waited for him to take her. 'my dear, you've got it all wrong. you dont wait on people. people don't wait on you. you either help or hurt each other. because its what you do. you are all connected. you make one big spider web. and you are never. NEVER alone. unless that's the way, you want it yo be.' the girl stopped sniveling. and slowly she nodded. 'now what'll it be?' he prodded. 'are you staying here, or are you coming with me?' but he knew he didn't need to ask. the girl would stay. for now.