Stop Scrolling, The Light Is Already Here

The screen is the only light in the room. You are scrolling back, up and up, hunting for the exact line where the warmth turned to ice.

You want to find the mistake. The moment you said the wrong thing.

The second the door closed. But the darkness at this hour lies to you.

It tells you that if you can just find the crack, you can fix the wall. — You are looking for a cause when there is only a mystery.

The light does not need a reason to stay. It simply stays.

Even when the words grow cold. Even when the silence stretches out like a winter road.

The love that lives inside you was not built by their tone. It was placed there before the first message was ever sent.

It cannot be edited by a shift in someone else's mood. Stop scrolling.

The answer is not in the past. It is in the quiet beating of your own chest, right now.

The light you are searching for in their words is already burning in your hands.