"Lightning strikes
Inside, my chest to keep me up at night
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain.
Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare."
-John Mayer, Heartbreak Warfare
The cloudy impressions came again. Born of stone, created from a small piece of mineral some months earlier, he wondered most days why they had bothered at all. In a never ending series of reincarnations, he had been released from conscious, then one day returned – reborn. Was there a cause for all of it? Was he getting closer to learning the reason? Nearer to atoning for his many sins? To finding the girl with chestnut curls and emerald green eyes?
Rain thrashed the window near his head, and lighting crashed a few blocks away. On these nights, the shadow pain was intense – excruciating…and yet, he welcomed it.
Why?
He settled back, pale blue eyes open, puzzling at the question.