The Murmur of an Eternal Universe

Once, I had a very little, warm, and cozy place in my heart. I used to call it my universe—or my connection to the universe I don’t know. But I knew they knew me. I was sure of it.

That cozy place was once filled with emotions, hopes, sadness, promises, laughter, languages, words, unspoken words, desires, and many other feelings I can hardly recall these days. I just wonder and wander down the memory lane of that place in my heart. Or should I walk through the dark sky, up into the universe? I wander in my mind, but I can’t reach that place anymore.

Once, someone deep in my heart said, “The universe is cruel. I don’t want to bring you into this reality.” That One said I belonged in someone’s warm heart, like in an incubator. “You are not ready to be born yet.”

I didn’t want to listen. I longed to be born.

And now, here I am; born into this world, writing these untitled lines to the deepest and unknown universe.