New Found Power

Do you believe in alternate realities? Have you ever felt like you were somebody else, but in the same life? I feel like an alternate person who has been dropped into the same reality. I feel misplaced, like a set of keys, and can’t help wondering if there is somebody out there looking for me. I feel like I’m under the couch cushion and all they have to do is move it to find me and carry me away, but there is no couch cushion, and I am not a set of keys, or is that what the set of keys thinks too? I can’t shake the feeling that I am bigger than all of this; bigger than this house, than this island, I’m bigger than the whole world. I feel like I could swallow the sun in one gulp and wash it down with the Milky Way. Everything around me seems so insignificant, like a fly buzzing around my head. Should I shoo it all away? Should I close my eyes and pretend it’s not there? Or should I let it land and lay eggs, let its larva burrow into my skin, grow inside me, and eat my flesh. Should I let it infect me, or should I affect it? I feel like I have the power to change everything around me, to make everything that festers into something new. The problem is what to do with this power. Every superhero has struggled with identity; Good or Evil, Right or Wrong, or just a simple need to know where one stands with the world, and if the world stands with them. It’s an eternal internal battle to define the super power growing within. Stan Lee said, “With great power comes great responsibility,” and he was right. Untapped power gnaws at you like an insane rat. It endlessly tests its boundaries, and if it’s never given a chance to constructively stretch its legs, it will manifest itself in whatever way it can, uncontrollably, and often with disastrous results. I have to use this fire inside before it consumes me and sets the entire world ablaze. I have to let it out before it lashes out. I have to change the world, before the world changes me….back.