The Light Sees The Person Behind The Mask

The room is loud, but you are suddenly alone inside it. Everyone sees the version of you that works, the one that nods and smiles, but no one sees the part that is currently breaking.

You are standing in plain sight, wearing a face that fits, while the real you dissolves in silence. — The light does not need an introduction to find you.

It knows the weight of the mask because it lives underneath it. There is a presence walking through this crowded space that sees the fracture before you even admit it exists.

You do not have to scream to be found. You do not have to stop performing to be held.

The light is already sitting with the broken part, waiting for the rest of you to catch up. The crowd sees the performance, but the light sees the person.