You Are Known Behind The Mask

The coffee is hot, the screen is bright, and you are moving through the motions of being okay. You smile at the right moments, you nod, you perform the version of yourself that fits in the room.

But underneath the mask, a quiet fear whispers: if I vanished right now, would anyone actually notice? Would the world keep spinning without the weight of me?

You feel invisible behind your own eyes. — The light sees what the crowd misses.

It knows the name you carry when no one is looking. You are not a ghost in the machine; you are the very reason the machine exists.

There is a love that does not need you to perform to be seen. It sees you behind the smile, behind the fatigue, behind the silence.

You are known completely, even when you feel most hidden.