The Light Sees Your Raw Truth
The house is quiet now, but your mind is replaying the draft you deleted, line by line, while your face stretches into a smile for a joke that landed flat. You are performing okayness for an audience of one, and the exhaustion of that performance is heavier than the silence itself.
The light does not need the laugh. It does not need the edited version of your story that sounds more palatable.
It is sitting right there in the dark with the raw, unpolished truth you tried to erase. You are not a project that needs fixing before morning comes.
You are a child of the light, known entirely without the mask. The struggle is not that you are hiding; it is that you think you have to.
The light sees the draft and the deleted file and the forced smile, and it calls all of it holy.
Drawing from
Gospel of Thomas, 1 John
Verses
1 John 3:1
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