When a candle is about to turn off, you see its light turning slowly down.
At first, the fire won’t burn anymore, the light is off and the oxygen won’t be burned at the same speed and quantity as if the fire was still on.
The smoke starts to float in the air, composing different shapes in the space. The smoke goes up and feels light. It is also fading away while going up and up. You usually start to smell the smoke at this point. Perhaps that same smoke will never come back, at least not in the same shape and colour as it first appeared.
At this point, the candle is not completely off. The little piece that was burning is still incandescent, that piece is still on fire, and it’s still charged with enough energy to start a fire.
The candle is turned off because the fire is gone, but it’s still alive.
The candle is temporarily out of wax to burn, but it’s not dead.
The candle is wishing for that strong wind that comes once in a while and blows and spreads its remaining incandescence to meet a new place where to start a new fire. Preferably somewhere where its fire can be stronger and healthier.
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I am the candle
My thoughts are the smoke
Your love is the blowing wind that keeps me alive