You Are the Light Arriving

The gate clanged shut behind you, and the world kept spinning while you were standing still. Now the afternoon stretches out, long and gray, filled with faces that do not know your name and streets that feel like foreign soil.

You carry the weight of years that vanished, convinced you must run to catch up to a life that left you behind. But the light does not measure time the way the clock does.

It was waiting for you on the other side of those walls, just as bright as it was before you went in. You are not a ghost haunting the edges of a party that started without you.

You are the light itself, walking into the room. The world did not move on without you — it was just waiting for you to arrive.