Sunday, November 11

Whispers in the Night Sky

I wondered what to call you in this letter, and the name Naveed presented itself, it means the bearer of good news and good wishes. How fitting since that's what you are.

I dreamt of whispers in the night that told stories of how I came to be. Fashioned out of heavenly things and lighted by the spark of celestial stars, I travelled from further than the highest of your dreams to get to you.

And while you're asleep I tell you this in a language only you will understand:
I'm not made for you. 
I'm made from you.

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