Time exists differently here by the candle.
Here in the dark I don't feel time.
It doesn't press me to more.
To do....
Time seem to stop here.
To pause enough to let me BE.
Here I have time for whatever whimsical thoughts float past.
I can day-dream... Night-dream?
Sipping hot coffee.
Staring at the dark outside.
The world drops away.
Only the candle in the dark remains.
Healing me bit by bit.