The Light Knows Your Tired Face

The laughter rises in your throat, loud and bright, and for a split second, you feel like a stranger wearing your own skin. You are performing okayness so well that even you are almost convinced, yet behind the smile, there is a quiet terror that someone will pull back the curtain and see the exhaustion hiding there.

But the light does not need your performance to find you—it sees the person behind the mask, the one who is tired of holding up the sky. There is a truth that lives in us and will be with us forever, a reality that knows your name even when you are pretending to be someone else.

You do not have to keep the act going for the light to love you. The mask is heavy, but your face beneath it is already known.