A simple blow of words, a simple drop of paint, a simple mind, a simple story, a simple light, shallow character. Like a candle like a burnt, blown out, thin string dust, white candle, a simple cylinder of wax only enough was to last a year.
But the fire on the tip is in need oxygen to burn, once the blocked from a reliable source it slowly dies down. Just like a heart full of emotions, once broken it's hard to feel.
We burn our own candles, but it takes another to snuff the light out. The wax is complex on the inside on how it's made, yet it seems so simple of a concept.
We can save a candle, melt it to the core, use it to set a fire, so can a person be saved, be used till their an echo, so to can we set fire to hearts and watch them burn by what we did.
We are a candle, we melt, they melt, we have a fire of will that can go out, a fire on a candle can die down and blow out, we both can be burned, we both can set fires, yet we are oh so different, yet our moods can be matched by the candles you use.
We both drown in water, we both have a core, we can be saved if only once, we can be used till we can't no more, we have limits, we have a passion, we are both so colorful, different from one another. Yet we are so different, so normal. We both can be made but just as easily brake. You and I are a candle just like the rest.
