LXAonDA

Today. Much like the others...  Mine. Depression, coupled with anger.  My own. Anger, to pain, and pain to longing. At what, I know not, nor where to look, but in the skies drawn today- These are the skies of mystery. Of both mind and body, maybe even the spirit itself. And finally of time.    Not my own. I'm advised to faith by The Lady, and may Apollo grace me as well, as I follow the skies. His own. Following so close to my mark, my only aim.  My own. The winds of greatness upon my back, Guiding, set on a single target that time has ripped from my grasp. They have forced my hand, and I seize what Her Grace has given.  He