Spectrum: or A Love Story Between Two Entities That Never Wished to Meet in the First Place

I am darkness, I am black, I am nothing; caliginous. What is out there, I can not see. I know that I can hear for I hear my own voice. I hear no one else, it has been like this since my creation, and so it shall be forever. Finite is my reality, I am the only thing here; I am the darkness. I wonder if there actually is something else out there, something beyond even me. But that would have to be beyond the nothingness, and I am the nothingness. Perhaps there are even things that I can not comprehend, though I am all that one can comprehend. It is strange that I am nothing, though in this reality I am everything; the only thing. Am I a god? Since I am all that there is, and all that's to come? Since I am all encompassing, I see it all; I am all. Even I can not comprehend I who is in essence all comprehensible existence. I am all the knowledge, though there is so little since nothing is known; I don't even know myself.

Then what am I --truly? Am I everything, or nothing? Or perhaps in some way I'm both. Then can I create something, something different than me, populating reality with more than just nothing, and everything; then there would be two everything's and no nothings. Then would I be nothing? No, I would be something, perhaps I'd be --anything? I can't fathom that, it's inconceivable! an atrocity! I can exist, and the only to exist can be me. If I can not find it logical or possible, than it can not be. I am all that is and all that ever will be, there is no point in thinking otherwise. I am darkness, I am black, I am nothing; caliginous.

Now what to do with my domain, my domain is me. I see into myself, and myself is all but sea. Then maybe I should tidy myself up --but -- who is there to see me? No matter, I need not fool with such arbitrary things. Now I think I'm getting a complex, I need to stop talking about myself like that. I need only remind myself from time to time-- wait, hold on, what is time? Is there time? Sine no events have occurred, and since I am all that is, is there even a necessity for a calculation of how long it took perform a task. All I have done and all I will do is speak to myself, despondent words that may some day flourish to hopeful chimes of harmonious divinity and catharsis. Perhaps one day I may populate reality with something other than myself. But for now this is nothing but a dream -- a dream? Am I dreaming, or awake? Can I sleep, or can I ever be truly awake? I can't tell the difference, if there is one. I wonder if I could ever dream of something beyond myself. But I feel no tire, nor hunger, nor thirst, I merely am. Maybe I shall find a way to eventually but for now I will wait. I know how to be patient, I have all the time in the world.