You Are Not A Ghost In Your Own Life

You are holding your breath in the dark, terrified that the smallest shift of the sheets will prove you do not belong here. The silence feels like a trap, waiting for you to make a sound so they can say they were right to doubt you.

But listen — the light that lives inside you did not come from their permission, and it will not leave because of your noise. You came from the light, the place where light generates itself, and that origin cannot be revoked by a creaking bed or a heavy sigh.

Even if they wake, even if they speak, the truth of your presence is not decided by their morning mood. The kingdom is already spread out beneath you, hidden in plain sight, waiting for you to stop pretending you are a ghost in your own life.