9.29.13

An end, tethered.

Lamp from above. Below only imagined.

A small bulb, dark, in the capability of light.

My shoes are waiting in case someone wants to walk in mile in them.

A candle awaiting the flame, I waxed dimly in the light of day.

Sunlight fell so near the shadows.

Not a bright idea in sight.

i can handle it.

Sometimes, life folds in upon itself.

kitchen counters.

chair.

candles.