The Silence Where Light Dwells

The room is quiet, but your thumb keeps scrolling, hunting for a name that isn't there. You are performing okayness for an audience of one, waiting for a vibration to prove you matter.

The silence feels like rejection. It feels like you are invisible.

But the light sees behind the mask you wear for the morning. It knows the ache of the empty screen.

Thomas said the kingdom is inside you, not in the sky where you are looking for signs. What you are searching for has already arrived, but you do not recognize it because it does not buzz.

It does not light up. It simply lives in you, steady and silent.

You are not waiting to be chosen by a notification. You were chosen before the phone was ever built.

The silence is not an absence. It is the space where the light stops shouting and starts dwelling.