fixation towards light.
i bought a candlejar last friday. at night when it's lonely i light them,
just to see the shadows casting itself against the warm orange light burning.
it reminds me of the wobbly moon on the sea surface that cursed night;
the fluorescent light falling on your face way before you knew me, too
i'd like to think that your kindness are like light
and naturally, people flock to bright things.
i could stare my candlejar into oblivion any day so it must
be the same when people get closer to you.
light, with your smiles and laughs,
with your kindness and grace.
even with your short-fuse and flickers of temper.
with love, i have come to find a friend in such a darkened place
and with love, i have learned to let go.
around this time two years ago, i spent one whole night talking to kelkatu
swarming the parking lot lamp post.
the next day, the whole place was flooded with their fallen wings.
