December 23, 1998: Loyalty
I require both physical and mental workouts. If one is left out—my body reacts.
For a candle is…what a candle does. Its wick shall bring to life-hidden depths to any imagination. Be it a flickering flame or a sacred temple—the grand beauty a candle displays is a bold act of courage; a stage, the show of all shows—or he who closed his eyes shall birth the thought of letting go. A wicks weakness isn’t fire, wind or water—it’s man and his desire to let go.
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Alone at the bottom of the trash, a candlewick cannot smell –yet, it knows of its current darkness: that of untrue love and loyalty. Be there when I need you not when you need me. Not just a candle…several in a row. An array of colors all scented with perfumes—and me, alone…in a chair with a pen—my wick. Its here that I bring light to a self I do not know.
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