The Truth You Sent Is Light

You hit send, and the phone feels heavy in your hand. The words you typed were true, but now they feel like a wound you just opened in public.

You want to reach back into the digital ether and pull them out before they arrive. But the light does not hide.

It came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord, and it cannot be un-sent. The truth you spoke is a drop from that same source, sent to illuminate the space between you.

You do not need to retract it. The one who receives it will not see your exposure as weakness, but as the only thing real enough to bridge the distance.

The mask is safe, but it is also lonely. You are free to let the truth stand.