-Wherever you go, there you will be-

I had a flashback today. A quick glimpse of my past that will never fade from my memories. I remember vividly...sitting on a steel stool mounted into concrete. I was looking out a window, not even a hand's width across, while leaning on a metal table mounted into the concrete wall. The sun was shining through the window and was slowly saying goodbye to me.I felt its warmth wither away as it left me to the dark night. No longer would I be able to see miles and miles of desert. No longer would I be able to see dry shrubs liven the dead landscape. Darkness had come once again to take over my hope...my ambition. Another day gone. Alone. Nervous.Anxious. One thought crossed my mind..."I am here, because this is where I am."

When I would daydream, I would daydream of my high school girlfriend. I would daydream of the comics I used to collect. I would daydream of Wolverine, of Spiderman, and of Superman. Why couldn't I be one of them? Why couldn't I have a different life? Why couldn't I be someone else?

My life as a child had ended. I was forced to conform. I was forced to man-up prematurely. Yet, I was solely responsible for placing myself in such a position. I chose my destiny. I made my bed and had to sleep in it...which was also mounted to the wall. My super-heroes died to me. My childhood was no more. My last comic book I remember holding was G.I. Joe #21...ironically, "the silent issue".

For 4 1/2 years, I remained silent to the world. I existed no more to them. This was my darkness...and super-heroes had no place in there...no place at all. They all died with my childhood. My life and dreams were no more...

But there was hope....

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