Remember Who You Are

There were no thoughts in this place except his own, and that one was slow, like the movements of a mountain. It took a while for him to recognize himself, but his awareness was limited, almost like that of a baby.

Nothing else could exist here, it almost seemed impossible for such a thing to happen, there was only darkness and the solace of it. Its warm embrace kept him… content.

That was the only word he could find for it, it was a state of being where nothing mattered and he could remain like this, unchanging, silent… dead. Something told him that this was his natural state, the way things were supposed to be.

Yet his contentment never lasted for long. A nagging voice, or maybe just a simple thought, or an idea, drew him away from his contentment.