It's quiet. The orange candle burns above the t.v. Absolute silence Except for the hum of the fan in the laptop. I can breathe. My chest is not tight. Many candles have burned since I have felt this way. Numerous people have come and gone between different candles I have lit. Every individual touched my heart inside this chest. Sometimes the touches were not gentle. I am healing. The light at the end of the tunnel is shining, bringing balance to the swaying see-saw that is my mind. My glass is half full, and I shall savor every sip. Peace!