Light Begins in the Hollow Space

The evening gathers, and with it comes the quiet terror of a simple question. You know the moment: a loved one looks at you, asks how you are, and you feel your voice ready to shatter against the hollow space behind your smile.

You brace for the exposure, certain that if the mask slips, the light will leave you. But the light does not live in your performance.

It lives in the silence between your words. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world even when that person cannot speak.

You do not need to explain the darkness to be held by the dawn. The hollow space is not where the light ends; it is the very place where it begins to shine on its own accord.