The Regurgitation of Emotive Illustrations

HEROES.

there was a time when we all believed in heroes. the time when we stared up at the skies dreaming of having superpowers. i wished that i had angel's wings so i could fly amongst the clouds into the blue.

i dreamt that i flew past new york city staring down at the endless flow of cars that resembled marching ants from my perspective. people so tiny you can barely see them moving. the mountains so peaceful. the fields so green, sparkling like gold in the setting sun.

if there was a chance, a possiblity of us possessing a kind of power.

what would yours be?