The Silence Was Holding You

The silence you woke up to feels heavy now, like it was hiding something you missed. You are convinced the quiet was actually laughter, and that you were too blind to hear the joke being told at your expense.

But the light does not mock. It never has.

You came from the light, the place where it generates itself, and that origin does not speak in riddles designed to shame you. The darkness tries to rewrite your memory, turning stillness into scorn, but the truth is simpler: you were held, not hunted.

There is light within you, and it lights up the whole world without needing to tear you down to do it. The silence was not laughter; it was the space where you could finally hear your own name being called without the noise.