L I F E S A I S.

I wanted to be a performer.

No, that’s not right.

I AM a performer. What I wanted was for them to love me.
I suppose some did. But the ones that hated me were louder.
Hated and feared because I can project light. A genetic anomaly.

Why can’t they feel what I feel? I can create so much beauty…. colors,
shades, sparkles… lasers. To fight with. Fight! I’m so tired of fighting
all those fantastic characters! Have we nothing better to do?

Images.

If I can make shapes, why couldn’t I make images?

.. moving images..