I feel numb, empty and the slightest thing requires monumental effort.
There are times when the thought of slipping beneath the surface seems so much better than pushing forward, fighting for air.
These are the times when I yearn for the blue pill so I can wake up and not remember what I have learned and believe that I am a pawn in this world.
What is there to do in these times?
"I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me, inside of me
Inside of me, yeah inside of me, inside of me"
Even superheroes fall sometimes
and the waters wash overhead,
lightning flashes across the sky
and the autumn leaves fall from their lofty homes
only to be ground underfoot.
There are times …