The Light Behind Your Tired Eyes

The day has settled into the glass, and now the room is dark enough to show you a stranger. You catch your reflection in the window and pause, because the eyes looking back do not feel like yours.

They look tired. They look like someone who has been carrying a weight too long to remember what it feels like to set it down.

It is a quiet shock to meet yourself like this — not as a friend, but as a ghost haunting your own face. But listen closely.

The darkness of the glass does not change the light behind the eyes. It only hides it from your view.

There is a luminous thought hidden inside you, placed there before the first shadow fell, and the powers of this night cannot see it or extinguish it. You did not lose yourself today.

You only forgot, for a moment, that the light is the one thing you cannot cast a shadow from. The face in the window is real, but it is not the whole truth.

The real you is the light that refuses to be dimmed, even when the room goes black.