Isolated KINGdom

there once was a castle that sat on the top of a hill. It was built with dreams and love. It was built with such strength that it seemed as though it would never come down. Then one day it began to rain. It started as a drizzle, then turned into a pour. What was once a gentle breeze was now howling wind. Sweet and gentle raindrops were now blistering bits of hail. Thunder began to rumble and the castle walls began to crumble. the whole land flooded so much that it reached the top of the hill. It flooded the castle grounds and washed away all the people. All that was left was the lonely king. This lonely king who once had everything he could ask for. He was surrounded by love and safety. But one cannot avoid such a storm. The king sat at the top of the rubble that was once his kingdom. He had no place to sleep. No one to turn to. No shoulder to cry on. No hope for near happiness. His only options were to sit there and be swallowed up by the storm or swim blindly with all his might in hopes that maybe someday he will find land. Hopefully he will not be a victim to this new sea. And hopefully if he ever reaches that land, there will be someone there to take his hand.

Everyone needs help sometimes. Even a mighty king.