When the candle cries
the flame does dance
burning down endlessly
Attaching to whatever it encounters
hot wax building new pathways where tenderness draws near…
Listening now with my auditory ear
waiting for the day it becomes loud and clear…

When the candle cries
the flame does dance
burning down endlessly
Attaching to whatever it encounters
hot wax building new pathways where tenderness draws near…
Listening now with my auditory ear
waiting for the day it becomes loud and clear…
I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...
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