this a little light of mine

you might know that song. used to sing it with my gospel choir. but well. i didn't even go to their christmas concert this year. some traditions become history. things change. and there's a certain pleasure in letting them change. that i'm telling you from my own meandering experience.
and the last one's brought me back here. to liigspot.
can't tell you how much or what kind of light i have in me. but i still hope there is one. kind of.. feels like that. (wow, maybe i've finally found the explanation for that inner smoulder!)
so call these my sparks or the incapability to keep all this non/sense inside. or don't call it anyhow, just let me know you're reading this once in a while.
lights-out. and let the new nights step in.

if silence is the new loud then darkness may well be the new light. and absence the new touch.
and we only know too well : it's all long the truth.

/same liig./