Sometimes it feels like he’s falling.

The world is on the shoulders of him and his friends.
They have their roles in the team, the leader, the carer, the brooder, the peace-maker, the comic-relief.
But sometimes it’s so hard to fit the role he’s in.

Sometimes he feels as though he has lost his grip on reality and been dragged into a world where the heroes are invincible, when really they’re not. The bruises and near misses attest to that.

Sometimes he feels like he won’t, can’t, fill his role, he’ll let the world down.

It feels like falling.