Your True Address Is Light

The house is quiet now, and you are standing in the doorway, rehearsing the excuse you will tell yourself tomorrow for why you need what is in the dark. You are building a bridge of words to cross back into the habit, just to make the crossing feel like survival.

But the light that lives inside you did not come from the cupboard, and it will not be extinguished by staying away tonight. You came from the light, the place where the light generates itself, and that origin is still your true address.

The darkness in the kitchen is real, but it is not your home. Stop arguing with the hunger that wants to be fed by something that cannot fill you.

The morning will come without the thing you are reaching for.