In the darkness the trees are full of starlight (henwy) wrote,
In the darkness the trees are full of starlight
henwy

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Drowning in your own mediocrity

Ever been up in the middle of the night, pitch blackness all around and hear your own voice scream in you mind as you realize you will never be special? I'm not talking about that touchy feely nurture liberal crap about how we're each special in our own way. Or that we're special just by having families that love us or that we're special in just putting one foot in front of the other and not eating a bullet. I mean special as in the universe opens its arms to embrace you and the path you walk is manifest destiny, or even special in all of a sudden finding you have abilities beyond that of any other person or maybe even super powers. The special that we all long to be, the heroes in our own stories, only to realize that it can never be. Who can live with disapointment such as this.

It's almost enough to wish that radioactive spiders were more common.
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