mythical

mythical thats this world in a nutshell or another insane explaination which has meaning only to me. There's a point in time where reality became what it is now; a dream that attained substance somehow, sometime before my eyes formed before I could breathe air and before color could reach my cornea. There's a day where I could create and be the one who moves the stars; it was before time and space unfolded over the darkness before there was light. I wrote destiny when awakening and have changed it before learning to crawl upon tiled floors. But all this explains nothing forever remaining to alien eyes mythical.