The Light Is Not Ashamed of Your Voice

The sun is up now. The dream you spoke last night is still hanging in the air, heavy with the memory of their confused faces.

You feel exposed, as if you showed them something too raw, too fragile for the daylight. But look at the light filling the room.

It does not recoil from what you said. It does not hide you.

It simply illuminates the space, making room for both your dream and their confusion. You came from the light, the place where the light generates itself, and that origin cannot be embarrassed by human misunderstanding.

The dream was a drop of that source, sent here to illuminate your specific corner of the world. Let the morning be the proof that your voice was not a mistake.

The light that woke you up is still here, and it is not ashamed of what it woke you to say.