Even Superheroes die...

Back in high school til college, i thread into new worlds as Superman... or as Jean Grey, the Phoenix...

I was a superhero... gifted with super powers of enormous strength and the ability to soar high...

Not that i enjoyed envisioning myself as somewhat savior of lives... a protector of truth... or as a mutant who despite being different and being despised by nations still defended those who disliked me...

i then mirrored myself to be Death or Dream of Vertigo... i was either obsessed with the concept of dying and living in an after-life or in a distinct plane... or was at times, drowned in the illusion that i shape and influence how my dreams will develop it's story...

And as i grow to be more accustomed to being gay, I have completely created a twin in the character of Prue Halliwel of Charmed... who up to now, i continue to portray... a spellcaster... a witch... but uniquely apart from the hated version of wiccans in the old times... but rather a modern day practitioner whose greatest power emanates from her heart... its ability to embrace pain...

As Prue, i am a heroine without a cape... i am not capable of flight but rather projects my astral self and be in two places... with enormous strength of will and determination... yet, still was not able to spare herself of the many hurts love seems to invite...

On a day when the reference i cannot recall, i realized, no matter how many superhero selves i have become... one truth remains... Faces may change.. costumes will vary... powers will differ... but my weakness stays the same...

I am still with a heart made not of steel... nor can't it be denied of its existence by a second life... and obvously, no spells or potions can protect it from real emotions....

And it is because of this commnality in my many superhero forms... that i am now dying...

Indeed, even superheroes die...

We too can be killed in a single blow... our minds lobotomized and incapacitated to process the least logic of surviving...

Who said survival is an instinct... to animals perhaps... but to my kind... when wounds are not healed by time, i cease to live... i regress and submit to death...

Even as a superhero, i die...

And the greatest weapon that brought my defeat... my williing surrender... is the most powerful ever known to mankind... even the gods themselves lost their heavens to it...

LOVE...

and today, my LOVE... his LOVE... their LOVE... warrants my death...

Their unheard vows of committment was like fire that burns me... superman has fallen from the sky... death couldn't escape hers... dream turns into a nightmare... Prue could no longer project...

I am no longer able to save anyone....let alone rescue my self...

It would be fitting for me to kiss the wind and whisper good tidings for you.... but i can't... i couldn't...

I feel no more... i am afloat... where it leads me, i do not know...