petrichor

space

i birthed you into this world

through the cosmic star dust

from black holes 

and the ashes of dead and dying stars.

your brain is full of nebulas, with so many twisting colours;

a neverending abyss.

with these nebulas, 

you can think up thoughts 

that have not yet been thought,

you can dream up dreams

that have never been dreamt,

you can make new worlds

out of the ashes of dead ones.

you,

child,

have the power to create.

and what is truly spectacular

is that the nebulas among nebulas that fill your brain

were conjured into this world

by a person who also has nebulas

among nebulas filling their brain,

and, out of all the things

that could have possibly been

thought,

dreamt,

and created...

it was you.