Don't get me wrong, I'm not ashamed, I love me.
And not in the way you love a dead cat on the side of the road.
But a more deserving, prettier love than that.
There is one thing though.
I wish I could say my innocence hasn't become corrupt.
But it's become what is has for everyone else.
Tainted.
I watched my nephew come in the house with sad eyes the other day.
He told me, under his breath, as if he was ashamed, that the boys next door wouldn't play with him. He asked and he asked, and they ignored him. He asked one last time and they let out a "NO".
You know the worst part, the most heart-ripping, gut-wrenching part?
It's that he told me with a smile.
He opened his hurt eyes and he told me with a faultless smile.
At that moment, I wanted my painless innocence back.
Growing up sucks.
People you love decide to leave you and the ones you looked up to turned out to be liars and thieves.
People who were always there, no longer answer when you knock on the door in a desperate attempt for endearment.
You find out things about people, that you don't want to know, but they flood your ears anyway.
Your heroes diminish with age, because you find heroes don't exist. There's only one conclusion for those so called heroes.
They're a figment of a naïve child's imagination.
But I want to be a hero.
Everyone wants to be a hero.
Its the most twisted logic.
we want to be something we don't believe in.
I'm not giving up. I won't let the lack of this human race define me. I won't let it define you, or the even ones who let me down.
Just one request.
Be someone's savior.
Open your arms, extend your heart but don't hold your breathe because this moment could pass when you least expect it. You don't know when you'll ever have this chance again.
Be the heroes you saw drown in these crashing waves called adulthood.
Have the faith I hold in the depths of my heart.
The depths that hope for something better than this.
You don't need the cape or the mask.
And neither do I.
-Kami
