If you've watched it over and over, there would've been a message.
The mornings awake, the evenings fall. It's been hard, it's been smooth.
Who is Superman? One of us? You? Anyone.
Working in camp put me far and wide from the outside world, saw it differently. Deniably, one of the worst impressions when hardly a soul gets you. Laughs in the bunk, the quiet moments spent inhaling poisonous fumes, listening to the blasts a stone throw away, not much comes to mind, except what the rest of the day holds for you. A train ride back and it's not so much as it really was. In, you wish you were out. Out, you wish you right back in, grovelling on the floor, staring at your sinews, if you had had the vision, trembling, screaming for "Time-Out!". Minds can't be made up that easy.
After such a long time, it's a tingling funny that touches me every now and then, no kick here and there. I could've looked to you for many a thing....
But who needs a saviour when the saviour is just somewhere else, doing their own thing.....
