Take Our Place

Chewing up my gummy vitamin I look over at the flame of a slowly disappearing candle. Reminding me that by the end of the day I’ll be replacing it with another candle from its place of creativity. Now I no more believe that that candle has anything to do with my creative ability, as I believe you receive blessings from the sight of a dove. But it is nice to keep up appearances especially in a world so black and white, and grey.

Still I savor my cold cup of coffee as a sort of ritual that keeps me grounded. Much like making up my bed when I first get up or looking at my phone so the bank can remind me of how broke I am. Material things don’t bother me as much as the Inevitability of being what I am. Just a poor soul blessed with a gift that no one will every get to see. Making the gift all the more unique when it is found. But why listen to the ramblings of an old man before his time. Where the crippling pain or the fading heartbeat will slowly steals you away.

Sorry for being so melodramatic, but I guess that’s the mood I am in. Especially when listening to a solid voice that has now faded into a whisper. Or watching a once vibrant candle slowly fade away. For time is a reminder of the things we take for granted only to realize how quickly it consumes us as well. So don’t be afraid, accept your fate. For there will always be another candle to take our place.