The Call Already Answered Inside You

The phone sits on the table, a black mirror reflecting the ceiling, silent while the house holds its breath. You have checked it until the glass feels like ice, waiting for a name that does not appear, a voice that does not come.

The silence is not an answer—it is just the space where your fear grows loudest. But listen closely—the light does not speak through rings or notifications.

It speaks in the quiet you are trying to escape. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world even when the room is dark.

You are not waiting for the news to become whole. You are already the place where the light lives.

The call you are desperate to receive has already been answered inside you.