The Mask Slips When the Light Refuses

The house is quiet enough now that you can hear the echo of your own voice repeating the story you were taught to tell. It sounds so convincing until the moment it freezes in your throat, and you realize you are performing a pain that isn't yours.

In this stillness, the mask slips — not because you failed, but because the light inside you refuses to stay disguised. It was there before the lie began, and it is here now, waiting for you to stop speaking for a moment.

The darkness has not overcome it. You do not have to maintain the fiction to be held.

The truth lives in us and will be with us forever. There is a version of you that never learned to hide, waiting beneath the script.