I'm a lover of darkness, more so than lightness. Which is why if I was an inanimate object...I'd be a candle. I have an inexplicable love for them...the ability to make light and dark dance, the flickering, reassuring heat and the soft scent of wax. I wish I was a candle. Is it really a love of fire?

I always wished we could store feelings, and the way something as silly as a burning pillar of wax can make me feel is pretty amazing. It probably explains why I have a hoard of them in my drawer...