The Light Does Not Need Daylight

The day has settled, and now the window becomes a mirror. You catch your own reflection in the dark glass, and for a terrifying second, the eyes staring back feel like a stranger's.

The face is yours, but the look inside it is foreign, hollowed out by the hours you just survived. It is the specific shock of seeing yourself when the performance stops and the mask falls away.

But listen closely. The darkness outside is not hiding you; it is holding you.

The light that lives inside you was there before the sun rose this morning, and it remains even when the room goes black. You did not lose yourself tonight.

You simply forgot, for a moment, that the light does not need daylight to exist. The stranger in the window is just you, waiting to be recognized by the love that never looked away.