The Light Loves Your Unedited Story

It is late, and the house is quiet, but your mind is loud with editing. You are cutting the heavy parts out of your story before you even speak them, trimming the jagged edges so you don't sound too broken, too much, too difficult to hold.

You are performing a version of yourself that fits in the room, while the real you stands outside in the cold. But listen — the light does not need your polished draft.

It has already seen the raw, unedited truth of you, and it has not looked away. There is a place inside you where the performance stops, where the kingdom is already spread out, waiting for you to stop hiding it.

You do not have to make yourself presentable to be loved. The light is not afraid of your weight.

It is strong enough to hold the whole, messy, unedited story.