The Light Inside Your Quiet Terror

The house is so quiet right now that you can hear the hum of your own confusion. You have spent years chasing what you thought you wanted, only to arrive here, in the dark, and realize the map is blank.

The terror isn't that you are lost—it's that the desire itself has gone silent. But listen.

The light does not require you to know where you are going. It only asks that you stop pretending.

There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world. Even now.

Even in this hollow ache. You do not need to manufacture a new want to be held.

The kingdom is inside of you, waiting for you to stop running long enough to feel it. You are not broken because you are empty.

You are just finally still enough to remember what was there before the noise began.