I've yet,
to experience darkness.
Yet,
to be frozen,
by the coldness of the void.
For,
as this organism.
As,
this breathing being.
I've,
forever been nestled,
within this,
eternal womb.
This,
which shall be,
my only home.
Oh,
be there,
only darkness within.
Only,
coldness tethered,
not to that of human skin.
But,
to one's consciousness.
For,
such is where such,
begins.
Oh,
to be born,
from nothingness.
For,
such to be,
one's inception.
Oh,
how I indeed,
remember such an existence.
The,
simplicity of absence.
For,
within such,
I was not an I.
Not,
a me.
There,
was simply nothing.
No,
sound.
No,
motion.
Just,
the simplicity of,
energy.
This,
infinite potential.
Oh,
to constantly become.
To,
no longer exist as,
nothing.
To now,
be conscious light,
forever a son,
to the sun...
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