candlehour : the glow of a candle from inside tenebrous space - it casts a faint light where you don't want to see - it's a warm altar to lay your head on - it's the soft extension of absence that holds you in velvet skin, allows you to uncurl your fingers finally - it's where no one expects anything from you, not even time.

the things you say, the thoughts you feel, the movement of your body, is witnessed by no other. preformed by you, dead to the candlelight as soon as it's alive. there's peace, beauty and sacrality even, in the momentary, isolated existence of some things.

it's the middle of the night and the only witness is the light.

i'm always trying to reach that moment but as soon as i'm there i'm already looking at it through my memory.