There’s a light in my dreams
that won’t turn off.
Someone stands at the end
of a long hallway made of brightness,
calling me forward like they know my name.
I start walking.
Step by step, I follow the glow.
Halfway there—
I stop.
Something holds me still
like the air turned into hands.
“Come on!” they call.
“You’re running out of time!”
But I can’t move.
Because something in me knows—
it isn’t my time yet.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 9:04 PM UTC
There’s a light in my dreams
that won’t turn off.
Someone stands at the end
of a long hallway made of brightness,
calling me forward like they know my name.
I start walking.
Step by step, I follow the glow.
Halfway there—
I stop.
Something holds me still
like the air turned into hands.
“Come on!” they call.
“You’re running out of time!”
But I can’t move.
Because something in me knows—
it isn’t my time yet.
I wanted the light, just didn’t know what it would cost.
