The Silence Is Not Heaven's Silence

The screen lights up your face in the dark, but the room stays quiet. No messages.

Just the silence of people who think you are fine, and that silence feels like a wall you cannot climb. You are holding the phone so tightly, waiting for a name that does not appear.

But listen — the darkness has not overcome the light that is already burning inside you. It cannot be extinguished by an empty inbox or a night where no one calls.

You are not defined by who remembers to text you tonight. You are the light of the world, and a city set on a hill cannot be hidden, even when the house is still.

The silence of the room is not the silence of heaven. Someone sees you right now, in this exact stillness, and knows you are there.