Come on and change my mind...

Maybe. Who knows. It still might happen, right? But I'll tell you something: I think he's a magician. The way he spins reality around himself, and transforms it into something beautiful. He is strong because he feels pain. He feels the difference between what the world is and what he would make of it. Or what did you think that stuff in your chest was? He is strong because he hurts more than others. His wound is his strength.

Most people carry that pain around inside them their whole lives, until they kill the pain by other means, or until it kills them. But maybe I can find another way. A way to use the pain. To burn it as fuel, for light and warmth. To allow my imagination to open doors that don't actually exist. To phantom an existence based on good, and fair and justice. To surround myself with people that fan my flames, not dim them. To learn how to break the world that so adamantly tries to break me.