The Light That Refuses To Leave

The sun is up, the world is moving, and you are still staring at a screen that tells you exactly how long it has been since they chose not to speak to you. You are calculating the minutes like they are a verdict on your worth, refreshing the page as if the number might change the truth of your heart.

But the light sees behind the mask you wear for the office, the smile you force while your chest feels like it is caving in. There is a silence that lives inside you that no timestamp can measure and no human reply can fill.

You are waiting for a notification to prove you exist, but the light that made you is already burning in your chest, independent of their attention. The silence you feel is not an absence; it is a space where the only voice that matters is speaking your name without needing a reply.

You are not defined by who ignores you, but by the light that refuses to leave you alone.