The Silence Is Not Abandonment Tonight

The silence in your hand feels heavy tonight. Two days without a buzz, and the quiet starts to sound like abandonment.

You check the screen again, hoping for a name that isn't there, wondering if you have been forgotten by everyone you know. But the light does not measure your worth by who is trying to reach you right now.

You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord. That origin is not a notification on a glass screen.

It is a fire that was cast upon the world, and it is being guarded until it blazes. You are not waiting for someone else to validate your existence.

You are the drop sent to illuminate the dark. The silence is not empty.

It is the space where you remember that you were never alone to begin with.