Whatever happened, it happened when I blew out the candles. Everything changed when I saw my perspective on the world not under the lights but under the reflection of a dark truth. People have changed, lives have changed, dreams have changed… When I turned off that light that dazzled my eyes and led me astray, I saw everything in the shadows of the truth, how bad people are, how lives have no purpose, and dreams are not based on reality. I saw it when the light went out. I realized how deceived I was after the candle consumed itself. Only after I felt the sweet peace of death did I realize how cruel the world was and how spiteful it actually was.
Only after the sky turned dark, I realized the difference of the stars. I noticed the beauty of green only after the soil dried. I saw my potential after I exhausted myself and my light was gone. I realized after it was all over, after I had exhausted myself, that people actually pity me while smiling, that my dreams were paid for when they came true, and that my life was actually meaningless. I got everything wrong, I did everything wrong.
While the cold waves of darkness were telling me the truth and my life was flashing before my eyes like a movie strip, I realized that everything was actually based on a tiny light, whoever could take the light into their eyes and turn it into reality was truly alive, those like me only realized it when the candle ran out and went out on its own.
That’s how it was, first I convinced myself of a lie, I fell for the trick the lights were playing on me, and I lived a lie until my candle melted, and now the darkness I was experiencing was only showing me a few seconds of reality, but what I wouldn’t give to create my own light, my own truth in the darkness right now, but I was too late.
I was late to save the candle before it melted, and I was late for the darkness. I had seen all the cruelties of the world and yet, despite all that I had suffered, I did not feel anything strange, and that was how I exhausted myself.
