Superheroes don't die, they just grow old.
There are entire novels dedicated to questioning what moment it is that will exactly draw the line between childhood and adulthood. I think, for me, it was that second when I found out that my parents too have weaknesses. Whatever it may be. My parents were always the ones who I held on to with both hands, who I could always turn to when things looked grey.
Don't get me wrong. They still are those people. Just...now with weaknesses. Dealing with some of the same problems I'm dealing with. So suddenly we're not on pedestals, we're on levels, and I'm more worried then I've been before. It makes me feel icky, and I never thought I'd use that word at 23.
Huh.
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