Candle

I feel like I am a candle without a wick.

It glows when the wick burns and the candle melts.

But there is no glow here.

Devoid of light, darkness spreads - devouring beauty and contaminating good and bad.

If there is light, it means you burn and in the process I melt.

When we work together, light is produced - an interwoven yet fragile bonding.

But we are not the creator of light, are we?

Perhaps, it is something that is not within our power to grasp.

A simple belief is that for us to glow, there is an enigmatic hand at work.

Let it do the magic, for as long as we burn and melt together, life is lit that drives away the darkness and with it, the demons that crawl all over.

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