✨ In the Quiet, I Found My Name ✨ Some nights, when the world feels unbearably loud, I close my eyes and slip into the quiet darkness behind them. At first, there were shapes: a steady green rectangle standing on end. Then they shifted—turning into “M”s, moving gently like dancers across black velvet. And then, something unexpected: whole pages of text appeared. The words weren’t in any language I know. They felt sacred, almost alive—like they were meant for me, but not yet. Like a promise waiting for the day I’m ready to understand. Yet, in all the unreadable lines, one word shone clear: my name. Caleb. “You belong here, even if you can’t read the rest yet.” So I wrote this poem to hold onto that moment: 🌙 The Book Beyond My Eyes 🌙 Behind closed eyes, in quiet dark, A book drifts—pages waving like soft breath. Words written in a language I do not know, Sacred, secret, ancient as the pulse beneath my skin. ...