I’m used to the dank dark corners in this old empty house of a soul, the dust gathered in places that used to be filled with life.
But I’m not used to this tiny flickering flame of a candle I have only just found, deep within this closet of a heart. It’s not enough to light the next room over, though it’s just enough to spark.
Among other things, J 
How wonderful but scary it is to find that little bit of light. you don’t know how to react. don’t know what it means or how to tend to it.
This beautifully captures that fear with such subtle optimism.
Great piece!
It could go out at any second.. Almost scared to breathe for it might disturb the flame
difficult to start fires in the dark so one a flame appears it takes alot of tending to. I know that well
Oh man. I feel you on this one. Will that spark catch?
Only time will tell I guess :)