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Fictional Reality

I scream, I cry, I rant, I rage
I tear through the buildings of Shuggazoom in a fit of fury
I demolish the tourist attractions of the NYC with grim satisfaction
I give XANA a helping hand in wiping Kadic off the face of the earth
I tell those around me how much I hate them and hate the world.
In reality, I don't.

I love the world for it's unique ironic twists, I live on them as I do air.
I write about these challenges the universe comes up with, I live them,
I become them, in black graphite that sweeps through crisp paper,
and then again as it becomes even, neat, Times New Roman font
I share them with those I love.

But creating isn't the same as living, is it? I live the irony as a writer...
But not as a real person, I have never beaten the game in real life.
I have never saved the day by bravely beating Valina at her own game,
I am not going to sarcastically taunt Foot Ninja as I beat them with ninjitsu
And I am never going to use an amazing power to help deactivate a tower in Lyoko.

But I can learn to conquer the every day challenges of a writer,
hearing someones awe in what I write, or opening my ears to criticism,
I can write something so beautiful I cause tears of joy to appear
or I can write something so horrifying, that you go sleepless for weeks
I can beat this game

I can also do some thing in real life, that my fiction persona's do as well.
I can go eat my favorite foods to celebrate a personal victory
I can further myself in my talents and expectations, and I can fail
I can talk to my friends and family, and know that I am loved dearly,
and I can love my friends and family, both fictional and not, just as much.