As the candle burns , the air becomes thick and hot ..
the light is soft , like my porcelain skin .
it makes me draw in my breath and swallow hard , as i think of a thirst i can not quench .
my lips become dry , as i wet them with my tongue , almost trying to taste the air .
The room is dark , almost too dark to see , i only see the pretty silhoulette of the things around me . the dark erie shadows are cast about the place . but still the candles burn brightly in the corner , almost like a symbol of hope and romance .
some where out there ... i look at candle and smile softly for a moment ..
the stillness and glow creeping slowly across my soft features ,as my hazel eyes shine in delight ..
almost remembering a past life .. some where ...somehow
and then suddenly and abruptly i'm taken backto the harsh realities of modern life ,
the candles the only reminder of the the romance i once felt long ago .