Saturday 11 November 2017

For The Time Of No Hope



Being able to control time is not as cool as you think, at least the way I can.

Maybe other people who somehow gained a similar power can control it like they have a remote control built into their head. But me? I can see time, like it’s a river, no, a sea. Flowing, ever constant, over me, over all of us. I can no more hold it back an inch with my hands as I could the actual sea.

But they keep me here, in comfortable surroundings, as the last line of defence.

Because I could reverse it.

Permanently.

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