Hidden Identities
Hidden Identities (image taken from google) All my life, my attention always seemed to amplify ten fold once the supernatural was introduced. It wasn't because they had glistening skin or snarling teeth; that could send children into a comatose of a nightmare. It was the fact that they hid themselves. From comic books to televised wonders, we had adored the idea that there was something out there that was different. Maybe it was because it made us feel more normal, or spiked a sense of adrenaline at the implausible notion. But everyone was enticed as soon as a hero or a villain had stepped onto a show. For me; they created a sanctuary. A safe haven. As my life grew more complicated and my own kryptonite, known as anxiety, rocketed into space. There were these people, who did not fit in nor fit out of place in our world, stuck in this bardo (in between these two states) and would never find an escape. Instead, they took their anchor as a way to grow and prevent the