March 19th, 2010.

My uniform is tired, frayed with the history it carries. My power necklace pulls at the strength of my collar bone, it's chain dragging me down to where my body wants to take me. The city is calm, the sun heats the earth and the people wander about.
I'm not needed for awhile, every bone acknowledges that truth and so I'll saunter into hiding to recharge and power up. My shirt needs cleaning, it's 'Suburban Suicide' will be traded in for 'Surrealist Tendencies' and then I'll bring my redefinition to this place I've grown bitter to.