Mpm#1 (United States) published:
Sometimes they are like candles.
Burning beautifully and majestically
with a sense of awe surrounding them.
They come with a feeling of devotion.
A feeling of warmth.
But they’re candles,
and they melt.
The wax drips down
and burns your hands.
They burn out.
And the light will be gone.
Sometimes you have to let the candle go;
it is burning your hands.
Sometimes you have enough of a wick left
to try to get it to burn ...
about 11 hours ago