A match, a sparkle, a rather nauseating scent and the candle is lit…
And then there is light…
Two lovers in twine, or maybe even just a group of friends fighting the electricity cuts!
Whispers, laughs and cheers,
Or maybe a few whines and tears…
As the candle burns out with time, freeing the smoke!
Smoke: It’s you that I long to be…
A short-lived existence, barely touched and never scarred or pained,
A sour sweet scent with nothing to be lost and nothing to be gained!
A faint dance in the air, a wiggle, a boogie and a silent groove with or without a beat,
No heart to get broken, no emotions to be tainted, no headaches and surely no feet!
In the shades of the darkness you could flourish and in the dark you could roam,
With no hunger for a soul mate, no craving for a change, no longing for a home!
Never lonely could you ever become,
No talk, no tears and no hum!
Smoke: It’s you whom I long to be…
Void from disappointments, far from responsibilities and just plain and simple: free!