My mind is in pieces.
They tell me that with every jump I left a part of myself behind.
They tell me it’s gone forever, but I’ve had time to think, in this padded room. If I concentrate, I can feel the different pieces, in all the different worlds.
There are threads stretching out from me to them; from me to me.
I’ve been pulling at the threads. I feel the walls between worlds resisting; they are not easy to breach, but I feel them cracking, I feel reality ready to splinter.
It’s my mind, and I want it back.