Flicker

Ambient calls transcend the pillars of the past, they become lurid, distorted, haunting me now as they did back when I believed in make-believe. Only now they call out old little familiarities, now they tell me that childhood is only an illusion. I-- now know, that the soft light from the candle - that lit up whatever I once believed in - has burned to the end of its wick. And it flick-- Flickers away.