The Dark holds me,

  caresses me in my sleep, a warmth unlike any other. Its soft like silk solid yet fluid like the thickest of water I just want to lay here and never leave this ever changing womb of eternal abyss that holds me oh so close whispering its love into my form telling me what I want to hear.

  I curl up onto it, sinking deeper because this is where I began and I too will end here floating in this serene empty black nothing entering my life besides the low hum of its beating existence from even deeper than I've gone. A grip of pure curiosity tugging and my soul to see what lies beyond the infinite and at the heart of this, yet I still not move held in place but utter perfection.

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  No voice to hear, no light to see, but a Warmth so loving and comforting.

  I'm addicted to its embrace.

  I think I'll lay here a bit longer.

  Here I lay in Empty Creation.

  The Lord of Nothing.