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"Doubts of a Hero"

I can fly.

I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I couldn't, what it would be like if I was weak, if I had no power. What would happen? Would the world go on without me?

I sit in the corner of my small flat sometimes, wishing I was normal. I've had fights with aliens from worlds I've never seen, I've foiled crimes that have had the police running in circles. I've met the presidents and kings and queens of many countries. I still feel so unfulfilled.

But I can fly.

I try to console myself with the fact that I can be alone in the clouds, in the wonderous blue and white, where the sunlight shimmers on oceans below and the the air is crisp and clear. But I'd trade it all for something else.

I can't cry. There's some strange part of my makeup that stops me from shedding tears. I feel so inhuman for it. I wish I could break down and cry, I really do. I feel something well up inside of me, but it has no-where to go.

And I can fly.

It should be a release, flight. It should give me freedom. Instead I find the weight of a world on my shoulders. People look to me in times of trouble, but they no nothing of the trouble in my mind.

I could punch through a wall, probably knock down a building, level a few trucks. It's not going to make me feel any better, don't think I haven't tried it in some far off place either.

So what? I can fly. I can f*ckin' fly, can't I? So everything's all right, isn't it?

And what would the world do with one less superhero, anyway?

pb wrote:
> I can't cry. There's some strange part of my makeup that stops me
> from shedding tears. I feel so inhuman for it. I wish I could break
> down and cry, I really do.

i feel like that sometimes aswell. even though you made it up (i hope - your an adult), i feel that way. strange - i used to cry at the sniff of pressure. *cough*

i saw your point......wait......errr, no i can't say i diiid...

hm. I give up. I try the sensitive creative approach on here and this is what happens.

{wonders off to a corner}

;-)

If flying was all you could do, you'd be a pretty crap superhero.

"Look out, it's flying man!"

"Where?"

"There!"

*bang*

"Oh look, now he's falling man."

No way. Being superhuman would never be depressing. Humankind's deep-seated desire to be more than they are has spawned Religions. Fly or cry? Fly or feel weedy human emotions? No contest.

Hm. You really can fly? Cool!

I can fly.

I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I couldn't, what it would be like if I was weak, if I had no power. What would happen? Would the world go on without me?

I sit in the corner of my small flat sometimes, wishing I was normal. I've had fights with aliens from worlds I've never seen, I've foiled crimes that have had the police running in circles. I've met the presidents and kings and queens of many countries. I still feel so unfulfilled.

But I can fly.

I try to console myself with the fact that I can be alone in the clouds, in the wonderous blue and white, where the sunlight shimmers on oceans below and the the air is crisp and clear. But I'd trade it all for something else.

I can't cry. There's some strange part of my makeup that stops me from shedding tears. I feel so inhuman for it. I wish I could break down and cry, I really do. I feel something well up inside of me, but it has no-where to go.

And I can fly.

It should be a release, flight. It should give me freedom. Instead I find the weight of a world on my shoulders. People look to me in times of trouble, but they no nothing of the trouble in my mind.

I could punch through a wall, probably knock down a building, level a few trucks. It's not going to make me feel any better, don't think I haven't tried it in some far off place either.

So what? I can fly. I can f*ckin' fly, can't I? So everything's all right, isn't it?

And what would the world do with one less superhero, anyway?