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My Life in the Candlelight
sleep is a hallucination
the cold dream is just an escape.
my wrists are heavy, my shoulders tense,
and my body is growing restless.
encircle myself in the flames
as i bleed my soul
onto countless pages of white paper.
after the meltdown,
when the broken pieces have been
lifted and set back in place,
there is a fleeting moment of solitude.
the silence does not last forever,
embrace what is now offered to you -
a moment of comfort and tranquility.
feel the frigid wind sweep in and
breathe across your face,
the orange flickers, dimly, and yet it provides
a sense of security.
when all is black and i've lost the way,
my faint candlelight shines through it all.
xx
