Made for Me
Everything was still when I came to. I had no concept of anything other than my own being. I was there with no idea where “there” could have been or who "I" was. Seconds, minutes, even hours could have passed as I came to terms with existence. I was content, staying this way. Not knowing if this was the beginning or end. Remaining in this cold shroud of being. Forever seemed to drag and fly by in an instant. I was everything and nothing. And I liked it that way. I was happy, or as close to happy as someone who has never felt sadness could be. I would stay this way. For eternity.