The Burning Of A Candle

I love candles, it's not just there scent that draws me in. It's the light, the flickering blue, and yellow fire light. The light that may lead you out of the dark tunnel or the light that makes you venture off to greater places then this earth. The burning of the wax, shedding the hurt and torture the world brings, with the bad news, breakups, and heart breaks. The dripping heat that melts off this beautiful, strong, careful statue is the drops of perfection that humans try to avoid. Because what is a candle without it's perfect shape? It's an abstract, beautiful, missunderstood mess... But that's what makes a candle so intriguing, the fact that it can start out perfect and end up a horrible broken object. But still look completely elegant, and strong. The candle goes through burning and building, well don't we all?