Poor Thing and her heroes
she never wanted a hero.
that wasn't ever part of her plan.
she never wished on birthday candles for that superman-wannabe in tights.
as far as she was concerned, delieverance was overrated, and redemption, well, no one could ever truly just leave their past behind and start over.
she always knew she was on her own.
and she liked it that way.
so, why did it surprise her then that no one reached foreward to catch her when she, shall we say for lack of a better word, fell?
all it was to her was wistful dreaming.
but poor thing was too stubborn to try anything else.
after all, her dreaming had gotten her thus far, hadn't it?
sure, she may have had a few scars here and there.
but who didn't?
it might have been true that she had a few greater than one should have accumulated over the course of such a short life span.
though, in her defense, she'd seen people with a great deal more.
they didn't have heroes.
they were okay.
or at least, they were better.
some people thought she was depressed.
that she lived her life planning her death.
that wasn't true at all.
she gave these said people the same response she'd give anyone that asked.
"it's not depression," she'd say, "it's the sudden realization that this reality outside my own cannot be controlled."
no one seemed particularly fond of that answer, but they excepted it nonetheless.
so wasn't ..poor thing.. astonished when she met her very own hero?
to her complete surprise, not only did he except her generic answer, he wa sin total agreement with it.
but poor thing must've screwed up somewhere along the lines, because as soon as she started to show anything more than a basic emotion, he left.
so, see, she doesn't need a hero.
heroes leave, or get scared, and then what've yuu got?
she's better off alone anyway....
that wasn't ever part of her plan.
she never wished on birthday candles for that superman-wannabe in tights.
as far as she was concerned, delieverance was overrated, and redemption, well, no one could ever truly just leave their past behind and start over.
she always knew she was on her own.
and she liked it that way.
so, why did it surprise her then that no one reached foreward to catch her when she, shall we say for lack of a better word, fell?
all it was to her was wistful dreaming.
but poor thing was too stubborn to try anything else.
after all, her dreaming had gotten her thus far, hadn't it?
sure, she may have had a few scars here and there.
but who didn't?
it might have been true that she had a few greater than one should have accumulated over the course of such a short life span.
though, in her defense, she'd seen people with a great deal more.
they didn't have heroes.
they were okay.
or at least, they were better.
some people thought she was depressed.
that she lived her life planning her death.
that wasn't true at all.
she gave these said people the same response she'd give anyone that asked.
"it's not depression," she'd say, "it's the sudden realization that this reality outside my own cannot be controlled."
no one seemed particularly fond of that answer, but they excepted it nonetheless.
so wasn't ..poor thing.. astonished when she met her very own hero?
to her complete surprise, not only did he except her generic answer, he wa sin total agreement with it.
but poor thing must've screwed up somewhere along the lines, because as soon as she started to show anything more than a basic emotion, he left.
so, see, she doesn't need a hero.
heroes leave, or get scared, and then what've yuu got?
she's better off alone anyway....
