Heimdall-PLZ

“You know buddy, you shouldn’t run so much from your problems?” Tender kisses from the sky dropped against spikey golden locks; cold water droplets from predicted weather.  He was running late, really late.  The cold water hitting against closed eyelids brought him back to reality.  He had never been the one to live in reality it seemed, living in the past was his home.  He would hush soft words, hardly being able to be heard even from himself.  Time to go. . . were the words, almost being choked back.  Today was a very special delivery, and he was already running late.  The sound of the engine flaring to life would echo ar

“You know buddy, you shouldn’t run so much from your problems?” Tender kisses from the sky dropped against spikey golden locks; cold water droplets from predicted weather.  He was running late, really late.  The cold water hitting against closed eyelids brought him back to reality.  He had never been the one to live in reality it seemed, living in the past was his home.  He would hush soft words, hardly being able to be heard even from himself.  Time to go. . . were the words, almost being choked back.  Today was a very special delivery, and he was already running late.  The sound of the engine flaring to life would echo ar