Just a little Night Light

He sat softly. Guided by silence he searched himself, for stories that he had yet to tell. Tales that were unwritten or untold, but nonetheless tangible flew lazily around his life. Fire flies in a soft summer night are everywhere, but not until the blink-blink-blink are they ever seen. He looked around the darkness, not a shimmering light in sight. He held his hand out waiting for something to land, but how long could he really hold it there? The urge to strike out in the darkness swelled in his mind. With eyes still straining, he sees an eerie flicker blink past his face. Could he grab it, will it land, or is it gone?