Her, me, you.

The soft tear caresses her cheek. Not an ounce of anybody, anything knows why. Perhaps she’s too afraid of people’s reactions, but when she strikes that match it’s all too clear.

Peace. Calm. Innocence.

But not in the world. She must fix herself first before she can help others. And she wants to help others-sometimes even so much that it keeps her awake at night with those empty eyes. So she goes towards the window and opens the dry curtains. She looks at everything. She sees everything but she’s locked in that home of hers, stopping her from doing a thing about it.

Help. She wishes somebody would.

The slightest word triggers the largest emotions. The tides change. A stronger current, and she convinces herself she just might be free. Nothing is certain because nothing ever is. The candle being lit, has no scent. It’s been stood on that window ledge taking in all the ongoing aromas for three years now- so much so that it’s lost its life, its smell, its essence. But that doesn’t matter because it’s white, and the light is too.

White light shines in a corner and for that moment takes her pain away, because it’s pure. It’s the only thing untouched by anything. She leaves it there for as long as it takes to comfort her or numb the pain or run out of wax to burn.

The effects of wearing black mascara circle around her eyes, but perhaps it’s just nature’s way of telling her she’s tired. Mentally tired of running around in circles with the same recurring issues. She falls asleep on the carpet with the candle next to her, never to wake up again with the peace, calm and innocence she feels for that split moment in time.

Some people presume everything will turn out great in the end but they never take their own advice. Realism is often negative, but the truth is always better than a mistruth or a lie because truth has certainty. Truth is harsh and cold and awful but it’s real. Most people blind themselves from the truth. An automatic mechanism society teaches children to do from young. And perhaps these people leave happier lives in such a state, but that happiness isn’t real. None of it, is real. They have convinced themselves their life is good, so everybody else’s must be too.

Never trust anybody who is horrible to somebody else. Just don’t do it. A nice person cannot possibly be horrible to another being, because it contradicts their whole beliefs system.

Laugh, sing, dance. Who cares if people don’t like it. That’s their problem not yours. Stop listening to people who make you fall at every hurdle. They’re simply not worth it. Learn from your mistakes. Don’t expect help from anybody. Set yourself up for the best. If you don’t, there is no possibility you will reach the best… or even close.

Smile and wave just because you can. Just because.

And remember that YOU are your own person, not anybody else’s in this world. Your failures are yours and solely yours, but so are your achievements.