20:50 04/08/2021

To…

I don’t understand why, but something doesn’t feel right. Deep inside. It’s as if I can feel it from you, my darling. It’s as if something is wrong, or as if you’re not feeling well. I know it doesn’t make physical sense since you’re not here in these worlds. But I can’t help but feel that maybe you’re a little uneasy.

Madness. I know. Two worlds that are far apart. But this feeling makes me wonder…

Life has gotten easier these past few decades. I’m no longer holding on to matters that trouble me. I’ve untied much of those trivial things that weigh me down, like certain expectations, certain beliefs, certain habits, and even certain folk. And I must say that this freedom has allowed me to rest the way I needed to. A man has grown tired. And rest is finally something I can embrace.

Sleep is coming easier now. You remember how finding slumber was always a trouble for me, my darling. No longer. Even the daylight hours welcome me to the land of slumber. And I embrace it whenever it comes around. It’s allowed my soul to recover the way it’s always need to. And with such recovery, my spirits have been able to glow.

This freedom has allowed me to work on my writings. I’m finding joy again in allowing the worlds to flow onto paper. This painter has finally been able to paint. So you could imagine the bliss I feel as I scrible my words and create the worlds I love to dream. I wish you could enjoy my creations with me, my darling. They’re as much for you as they are for everybody else. But a simple man cannot ask for too much. All he can do is enjoy his craft.

But what of you, my darling? Are you well up above? I’ve not asked about you, since that day. I fear that it is no longer my business. But lately I cannot help but wonder. I still feel you around somehow. I don’t understand. But it’s as if we are not even…

Madness. I know. But something doesn’t feel right.

I hope everything is okay. Something inside tells me I should be worried. Something tells me that I need to still fulfill my duties as your knight, and make sure you are well. As if I need to soar up to the skies above and break through the gates of heaven to make sure you are okay. What is this strange worry. Are you well, my darling? Are you calling me somehow? Or am I just a madman haunted by ghosts of a life I’ve been banished away from.

As I said before, though I cannot see it, I can’t help but feel that I am still bound to something. And more and more I’m becoming more convinced as to what it truly is. The angels above don’t make this confusion any easier. I wonder.

Grant me your blessings, my darling. The other angels above have given me some light. But no light will ever compare to yours.

Love from yours truly

-Daniel Roy