Burned by hope,

Do you ever feel like your just running in darkness, Just always running away from miserable until you just get too tired to keep running and the sh!t catches up with you? And that in this darkness the light that you look to, that you depend on, that you carry on, it blinds and burns you. Like a moth to a flame it consumes those who are venture to close, to deep. You are pulled in, transfixed by the glow as if it's a promise of hope. The warmth ever so beckoning you forward into it's embrace. It is not until the heat of the flames lick the layers of our reality do they shatter and the heat rushes in. Is it too late? Can man set afire be unburned? Be left un-marked? How often do super heroes fall to the was side needing a hero themselves?