Once there was a candle, Confidence manifested in its sturdy built, A wax so thick, Coating an immaculate wick, Hiding inside the waxy mask, A recurring question constantly asked, A Decision has to be made, One so absurd – yet gratifying One so tragic – yet transforming, To taste the sap of immortality? Or to bask in the fire that kills it softly? A Living flame, impossible to resist, A spark that was made to exist, Blazing, enchanting, fiery unison Bold, scorching, fervent affection, Unable to control the eudaimonic destruction, Lost in the oblivion of synchronistic manifestations, Melting wax… Face the facts… Wicked wick waggling wishes then wane Hopeless heart hunting happy heat under the cold rain.
I dwell in the spaces where shadows meet light, where questions outnumber answers. A seeker of truths buried deep, I write to unearth what lies beneath the surface. In the chaos, I find my voice. In the silence, I find myself.