I must stop asking the spirits about you. I’m likely not well versed in their tongue anymore. I’m likely misinterpreting their every word. And what a shame, because I’m sure the other angels above told me that you’re waiting to hear from me too.

That seems lesser and less likely every year that passes by.

And yet here I am, writing to the one who has ascended above.

This connection I feel. It plays tricks upon me. It has kept be bound. A tethered horse is no horse if bound forever. And I’m sure finding difficulty taking a single step in this reality.

These trots lose their strength while in inactivity. Can they even go the distance, whatever that direction even is? What is it I even wait for? Not a clue has made itself evident. So, do I wait for nothing. Stubborn, they call us horses. I think I’m beginning to see why.

But you are no horse. You’re now just an angel above. And I’m just a mad man, waiting for a sign from heaven.

All I can say is that each grain of sand that falls is a painful torture. And there’s too much sand for a meer mortal to even fathom.

I must eventually return to the light, my darling. Because the darkness grows unbearable. And your light is nowhere to be seen. Who knows what I’ve even become in the shadows. Hopefully not one of those again. Father above won’t be proud of that, especially after what I promised him.

I will leave soon. I must fulfill these duties if I’m ever to earn my wings again.

Grant strength to armour me, to face my enemies. This war is not kind. Not to me at least.

Love from yours truly

-Daniel Roy