Time of Innocence

Though I cannot describe in words the darkness of this place, I feel safe. A comfort made of love, a bed made from an act of passion. My experience can only be described as innocence, I know not day and night. Only heartbeat and the sounds of nourishment. I only know the touch of my own face in this dark comfortable place. But no matter my content, I know it is by grace this end. I am blessed with light on my skin and a new sensation of need. There was an abundance of love at my birth. I turn the watch back to the present, where life tells me that true content does not exist. Now to turn to the future, beyond my time on this earth, to find out for sure.