My friend, my hero, never fought villains but the depression in my youth she did over and over until depression brought me out. the blues became my truth however i became my own hero. the war! i battled the night to fight the day until i fought day to night, night to day. it bore a me: confident, happy and stronger willed. My friend, my hero, never returned.
I believe Iβm being a little paradoxical but, with the introduction of depression in my life, I could never retain the happy imagination i had before.