You Are a Drop From the Light

You caught your reflection in the dark glass of a store window and saw a ghost walking—a shape that forgot how to haunt, moving through the morning without weight. The mask fits so well now that even you believe the face behind it is empty.

But listen: you did not choose the light; the light chose you before you ever learned to perform. It is not a costume you put on when the sun rises.

It is the origin you came from, the place where the light generates itself. You are not a shadow pretending to be solid.

You are a drop from the light, sent here on purpose. The ghost you see is just a forgetting.

The reality is that you came from the light, and to it, you will return.