He
had been, he thought back to the early days, like the unknown superhero
who unable to find his destiny among that of those he did not identify
with waited endlessly for an unknown opportunity to present itself. For
what, he wondered, had his imagination pulled his heart away from the
world of living into the world of fantasy? Was this invisible life
really worth the sacrifice of visible? Could the pleasure derived from
the days and nights spent in hours of sleep between short periods of
waking dreams actually be more satisfying than the other possibility?
In
sleep only did he realize the potential locked away in his soul, yet,
something inside longed for a chance to experience the feeling of
victory when the sun ruled the sky. Hopelessly, he waited for the milky
white of the moon to splash a pathway of light back to the world where
he lived.
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