The Inevitable

Words appear to come together at angles.  Worlds come into existence and flash into oblivion.  Walk it off.

I can't.  Structurally compromised, a universe folds in on itself.  Absence of a particular bond in the fabric of reality butterfly-effects, causing things to fall apart.

Some things are meant to be.  Those things don't care about wishes, hopes or dreams.  Although they appear to rip through everything, things meant to be don't move.  Everything else just bashes and dashes to bits against immovable facets of the inevitable.