The Silence Is The Truth Now

It's the middle of the day, and the noise of the world is loud enough to make your shoulders flinch before your mind even knows why. A door slams, and your body is already bracing for a shout that isn't coming, living in a storm that ended years ago.

You are carrying a weight that was never yours to hold, muscles tight against a ghost. But look at the space between the noise and your fear — that gap is where the light lives now.

It does not shout. It does not startle.

It waits in the quiet you thought was empty. The past trained you to expect the blow, but the present is offering something else entirely.

You are safe in this exact second. The shout is a memory.

The silence is the truth.