Time Machine

All this advancing time is the enemy. Can I flip the switch on my atrocities? Why can I not stop this when I feel that I can't breathe? Is it forbidden to fold a space and go between? Actions are wrecking balls, chained to memories. When I snap a link, then I will break the screen, so I won't watch the horror, of things not happening. I can end this sadness, but I don't have the machine. I want to bend light around this gravity. Holes in space and time need so much energy. If I could make a tangent right before I can speak, I would tell myself all these inherent prophecies. But will it change the course of my identity, or have I been there and died before I'm seen? Would I end existence as I selfishly succeed? Maybe my future self is deciding not to leave.