how interesting it is, watching you flicker.
you wave at the air as it floats on by, teetering back + forth; slowly dimming out only to burst back into a bright hello.
the particles in which you feed on have the power to let you burn out; smoke curling up, simply blown away.
be careful. such a small, contained flame has enough lick — to burn, to sear.
from dark to light, dim to bright; dancing.
i can only see with what very little light you give me; but with what you give me, i can see.
photo+thoughts by Lyrik