Useless like Angel

So I can fly.
He does stuff to your brain.
His brother can move stuff by looking at it. Something about energy fields, he goes on sometimes.
His other brother, controls everything about his own body. Metabolism, strength. He can fly too, really, so how am I useful to this .. I don't even want to say it.. "team".
He says there are a couple other people he knows that I'm going to meet soon. Some girl that's really sensitive to everything - she wears crazy organic potato bag skirts or something to keep herself from seeing everything the fabric's experienced. That's pretty insane.

I feel like Angel from the Xmen. Next to people made of ice, or with eyelasers & psychic powers, all he had was wings.
It's not like I'm demanding an even playing field. I love flying. I'll always be wrapping my head around the fact that THIS IS REAL LIFE & I CAN FLY without being in a plane. That is pretty awesome. & really freeing.

But everytime he texts me I feel like he knows this. He doesn't even need to text me. He could just say something in my head. But that would probably come at the weirdest time & I'd gasp & freak people out, cos I have no idea how to respond.
"Just think it" he told me yesterday.
Yeh, what else am I thinking that he knows? Everything?
He probably knows about this site. My childhood. everything.
Maybe that's ok. It's not that I don't trust him. I just kind of ramble & go all over the place cos these people have really "activated their DNA" & I don't know why they want me around. I'm really grateful, just not sure what's going on.
THIS IS REAL LIFE & I CAN FLY.