To my Multitudes of Fans

I know I just have so many fans. 

Swarms of fans.

You guys all blow my mind.

It is enough to cool me down and dry my tears when my cheeks are stained and sticky with them.

And with you around I don't have to break a sweat to feel cool.

When I close my eyes I can even pretend I'm a superhero.

....

But I'm not a superhero, no matter how strongly I wish I could be.

And I know that my fans are superficial and emtpy, except for the little engine inside. 

But I don't care. I love my fans. Honestly, I love every last non-existent nonphysical fan as much as I love my existent physcial fans, even the ones that need to plug in.

On a hot summer's day like this one, I don't know what I could do without you guys.