The Light Runs Toward Your Mess

The house is quiet now, but the noise inside your head is deafening. You are terrified that if they ever saw the truth behind the lie, the love would vanish instantly.

That they would look at you with different eyes and the whole thing would shatter. But listen — the light does not love a performance.

It loves the person underneath. There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, still covered in the filth of his failure, and he ran before the apology could even be spoken.

He did not wait for the mask to be perfect. He ran to the mess.

The truth will not destroy you — it is the only thing that can set you free from the prison of pretending. The light already knows the worst thing you have hidden, and it is still running toward you.