Where is it?
My direction. I seem to have lost it. Somewhere between the bitter memories, and the ignorant bliss that separated us. Oh those days of youth, golden dew from the mountains of expectations, watering fertile soils of promises.
I remember my ambition well. Vigor inflaming every ounce of my being. I had wings those days. Wings that could touch every horizon...
And of course, I flew towards the one place I was warned against...
I wonder how long it's been. Is my bed still warm as it was before? Does father still wander the gardens at dawn? Perhaps they cry when they discover the leftovers of every meal.....
Why did I do this? What was so important to travel this path? What was it's purpose? And am I even closer, or further away from it? Where is it?
Where is my direction?
A personal work that I did in response to how stagnant and lost I've felt over the past year, similar to the venting that backed my submission titled "14." This is Mika in a moment of contemplation. Her storyline, at the beginning, is a bit of a sad tale, until she meets Stryder anyway. More details on that later
Special thanks to
for rubbing his magic pixy dust (AKA dandruff) all over this. Enjoy!
Here's the original; [link]