Before them

My life before them, was series of muddled events that more or less felt like a dream. The diluted pictures and memories of a human world gelled with the deception of each individuals own creation formed in by their inner thoughts.

My life before them, was world where good and evil are hidden behind sheer drapes of what titans want you to think, a justice system shrouded behind fake freedom and withering dreams.

Before them, the universe seemed to mock me, the looming questions merely ideas that would never be explained. Questions people spent their whole lives searching for, unaware of just how little of the equation we were truly given.

Doomed like small children grasping in the dark, still developing our senses searching for what we believed to be the answers to everything. Like blind beggers molding a fake reality around what we know or think to know to be real.

Before them, the stars used to laugh at me, taunt me into a frenzy of anxious uncertainty, bellowed by the hindering I'd laid on myself.

But after them, after finding them, before them doesn't matter any more.

After them, everything before shears is shrouded skin and shields a new tint to the world, the rich purple comforting and empowering.

Before them I was something different, something not yet unleashed, but after....

After them, the possibilities of group and power will pulsate through time and space  for all my years to come and that is more important than anything before them.