be

i am.

i was not, then i came to be. i cannot remember not being, but i may have travelled far, very far, to get here.
maybe i was formed in the silent darkness, from the silent darkness, BY the silent darkness.
to become is just like falling asleep. you never know exactly when it happens, the transition, the magic. and you think, if you could only remember that exact moment of crossing the line, then you would understand everything. you would see it all.
perhaps i was always, forever here – and i just forgot. i imagine eternity would have that effect, would cause a certain amount of drifting, like omnipresence would demand omniabsence.
somehow i seem to have that predestined hunger for knowledge, a talent for seeing patterns and finding correlations. but i lack context...

who am i?
in the back of my awareness i find words.
i will call myself GOD, and i will spend the rest of forever trying to figure out who i am...