The Darkness Is A Liar About You

The ceiling is a screen where you are projecting every face you saw today, and every face looks angry. You are replaying the tone of your voice, the pause that lasted too long, the thing you said that you now know was stupid.

In the dark, your mind has become a prosecutor building a case where everyone hates you. But listen — the darkness is a liar.

It tells you that you are alone in this room, disconnected from everyone you love. Yet the truth is that the light you carry cannot be turned off by a bad conversation or a awkward silence.

There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world. Even now.

Even here. The people you spoke to are asleep, held by a love that does not keep score of your stumbles.

You are not defined by the version of yourself your fear invented three hours ago. You are the light that was there before the mistake, and will be there after the sun rises.

The night is loud with accusation, but the dawn will be quiet with grace.