My Destruction

The world will repair itself. And even if it doesn’t… At least my destructive powers will be contained. And even if my powers escape these concrete walls… At least I can be strapped down. And even then, if I am too powerful… I can simply go back in time… I can spend the rest of my life juggling each disaster. Always connecting, and forgetting, and reconnecting in a new way. There are ways to stay busy. Even here, behind bars. I can plan for everything from the sun rising- To a single flower blooming in some indistinct place. They say all I need to do is sleep… But I’m awake and alone again. Taking responsibility for all those coincidences.