Letters From the Unborn

Dear Momma,
I talked about happiness before, and now I’ve found something else. It’s like
the dark is to the light, only this feeling, sadness, doesn’t have a way of
comforting me. I wish you wouldn’t talk to that other person, the one whose
sound I don’t like. I get that sadness in the back of my stomach when you
talk to him. I try to drown it out with your heartbeat sound, which matches
mine, giving me more comfort that we are both beings, and you are more
than a place. You don’t respond to my kicks as much now, I wish you would.
I like the feeling I get from your hand. There are two sounds I hear a lot, a lot
of them sound like yours, and if find myself lost in trying to tell the difference,
and a lot of them are more dark, whereas yours is lighter. But it’s not a bad
dark; it’s the comforting kind that lulls me to sleep, the type I talked about
earlier. Perhaps you remember? The person’s sound I don’t like is one of
the darker ones. I can’t tell those apart real well either, but I know it’s him,
cuz that person keeps saying the same sounds over and over, every time. I
don’t like that. I like the different sounds I can hear, and found that if I turn my
head and press it to the side of you, I can hear even more. I think that if I can
ever do that, I will make as many sounds as possible, but make them sound
good together, make them sound like light. The only sound I make now is
my heartbeat, and I’m not sure if that counts. I hope it does. It sounds good.
It sounds like light.
Love,
Naitre