I slipped on the cape and wore the gloves. " You can't be a hero! " some of them told me, and they were right in some ways. I couldn't do a single thing about anyone until I did something about me first. The still lights are hazy in my childhood memories. All I ever did want was to make someone smile. I wanted us to have fun and live a little. I was a bit much, you know? That kind of giggly immaturity didn't have a place in most of the lives that surrounded me.

So I fled away like a villain, and hid away until nightfall like a murderer of my dreams. I was very angry, and sad. In some ways I'm still very angry and still very sad, but I have the gloves and cape you see. We can't have a place in everyone's world. We can't all rescue the day or call ourselves the hero...but...we can call ourselves a friend, and sometimes that truly is the thing that saves us.