Put the stone down, love is here

The afternoon stretches long and thin, and in the quiet hum of the routine, a cruel thought rises up. It whispers that if you just say the thing that burns, if you push them away one more time, you will finally have proof that you were right to feel unlovable.

You want to break it so the breaking makes sense. But the light does not need your sabotage to stay close.

There is a part of you that knows this truth already—a drop from the light sent to illuminate the very darkness you are trying to create. You do not have to bring forth the cruelty to be seen.

You do not have to destroy the room to prove the light is real. The urge is just a habit, not a command.

Put the stone down. The love is already here, waiting for you to stop fighting it.