Perhaps it is best that we are not entirely different from everyone else. To go back to Ruldolph – yes he was different, and he was a hero, but he “wasn’t allowed to join any reindeer games” until he proved that his differences made him valuable. The truth of the matter is, in a society that praises individuality, we simultaneously frown upon it.
They say that your body is your home, but in this home, he is never alone. They all come to visit, late at night, uninvited, and always over staying their welcome. The more he asks them to go away, the more they plant their roots to stay.
She has been aware of this for quite some time. Each joke that he makes allows one to escape. She catches them, hoping that they will stick to her and let him be. She tries to be the hero like the ones from the stories that she read while growing up. But she knows the truth. In this world, heroes do not exist – not the way that they are fantasized to be. We are all just scared, alone, and afraid. She is no different yet she attempts to suit up and be the protector, still frightened.
Up until recently, The Hunchback of Notre Dame would be the only time anything on screen would move me to tears. I did not cry as Mufasa died nor did I shed a single tear in Titanic – only Quasimodo resonated with me, he not only rang the bells of Notre Dame, but the bells of my heart.
And to see your happiness
Brings a happiness that I never knew
captured by yellow.
You have found the sun
In your son.
Escaping from our trajectory,
you now orbit around one another
creating an entire galaxy
that I admire
but am not equipped to exist in.
So I exit
as you two collide.
A big bang.
A new life.
I am aware
that I have the power
to be a mother.
To grant life.
Yet whoever said that life
can only be created through birth?
What about the rebirths that I have fostered?
Are those lives any less precious?
I am a firm believer that time manipulation is the most superior power because it obviously trumps the other powers available. It is clearly a jack of all trades. The other popular powers can easily be defeated through flashing forward to the future, or skimming back to the past. No matter what power, time can find a way to defeat it.
Time is the only thing that keeps us going, and it is ultimately the one thing that stops us. We are obsessed with time. Always searching for ways to do more with less.
Nap time is over.
I had a rude awakening –
I’ll sleep again when I am dead.