• Sometimes I wish I could read minds. That would make life so much easier. I could spread a pair of butterfly wings and fly away on an autumn breeze. Leap buildings in a single bound or stop a speeding train. Taste the sound and feel the scents of spring. Things would be simpler; much less intricate. I could make it so difficult for anyone to control me, for anyone to tell me how to live. They could think all they want that they'd made a difference in my actions, my thoughts, my emotions. I would let them do so. But secretly, I'd do as I pleased. I could get away from home when the fighting got especially tiresome. I could leave school when I felt surrounded and the walls were caving in.

    Most of all... I could be with you. I'd spend long nights tossing rocks at your window, a sick and twisted version of Romeo and Juliet. I'd fall asleep in your arms after midnight, after long talks of everything and nothing; I'd be gone before you awakened. We'd be exhausted at school, but yet, my smile wouldn't fade at any point during the day. I'd anxiously fidget in my seat, glaring at the clock and urging the second hand to move faster. It never would. But it all would be worth it the moment I'd catch wind of your cologne and suddenly be surrounded by your arms, your smile, your gorgeous eyes.

    And then that night, the dream would start all over.

    No one would ever know that the place we call home was just a bump in the road. We'd make plans to go places, to see the world as only artists would. Our parents' warnings would lurk somewhere far off in the backs of our minds, shallow guides to the future ahead of us. Of course, we'd think that we were too good for this place and its staggering small town essence, its reeking of gossip and name-dropping. We would miss it. But bigger things would await us elsewhere.

    This is why God didn't make superheroes. He didn't give me any magic powers or superhuman abilities. I'm limited simply to the things that everyone else is capable of. But never will I stop dreaming that while we are seperated by yards of hardwood gym floor and hundreds of warm, chattery adoloescent bodies, tonight you and I will be together. I will spread my wings and come to your window. You will take me in your arms. And we will sleep; escape from this place that tells us we are not meant to be.

    Lest I forget, it is all only in my dreams.