iPandae

    "You are no king."     He awoke with a startle, heavy breaths filling his lungs. Sitting up in the dark of the morning he brought his hand to his temple. Hay fell from his back onto the floor of the barn. He was still having the nightmares; the dreams.     The memories.     He stood to his feet, brushing himself off, and ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh. A single step and he disappeared... Several seconds later he reappeared. He bent over, grabbed his clothes and brushed them off as well. He was gone again before the hay hit the floor. ~/|\~    &#

I know this fire. This deep brittle burning. These ashes know my name. We are familiar. I know how you feel. This hurt; this raw pain. This sick, twisting, contortion of your heart. To be told there's nothing to worry about. When it's a lie to your face. Trust me, I know. When in a moment, six years burns away into nothing. Words. Words. Words... are all that's left. In memory. In writing. Etched into your skin. Clawed into your brain now. A haunting whisper that never goes away. I know this feeling. And though it never fully heals... I am here for you.

     The rain fell heavily over the city; a blanket of water. One that kept falling and falling, unsure if it had covered everything yet, and in its persistence and dedication it had begun to flood the sidewalks and walking paths.      Splashing through one of these flooded paths was a man, both his long coat and the paper he held above his head drenched, neither doing a very good job at keeping the blanket of precipitation off of him. He ran and ran and ran, every stomp of his feet splashing more water onto his already soaked suit pants. He had read somewhere that it had been proven that running through the rain