the greatest power is imagination
I look at my arm and it’s covered in fire. blue,shiny flames surround it.
and it doesn’t hurt or harm me.
I can use it. throw it. it flares up when I’m upset and I learn to supress it.
I’m the only one who can see it.
I wonder if it’s normal but it doesn’t bother me too much.
when I am angry I throw against the wall and see it burn away
but I don’t want to destroy it so it grows back
when I supresss it I feel it cimbling up my arm, making me look as if I’m made of ice.
one day, someone else sees it.
he sees not only my power but everyone’s .
he can see the multiverse
it drove him a bit mad
he doesn’t make sense most of the time but I understand one thing
my power is real
I just have to believe
I understand now
I see the world differently.