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Note: This has nothing to do with Kingdom Hearts. It's not even fiction; this was just some intellectual ramblings I put together the other day. Slightly morbid, actually, when I think about it; not what one expects from something they thought up on their birthday.
I stand among a goup of people, yet I am alone; singled out, slightly apart from everyone else. Eager, smiling faces surround me, filling the air with ignorant cheer. I lean forward slightly, bending down to the birthday cake set on the table before me, and pause as I look into the candle-flame.
For the first time in my life, I feel claustrophobic. The smiles of my family and friends seem more like the leer of jack-o-lanterns now, their faces almost ghoulish in the dancing candle-light. They're all watching, waiting, wondering why I'm taking so long to blow out my candles and make a wish. I'm shirking my obligations by not signing that intangible contract.
I stare at the candles and wonder why it's considered good luck to make a wish by extinguishing the flames
When we look up at the midnight sky, we don't wish upon stars that are flickering out....
Why do we have to force them from burning? Would it not be better to instead let the candles be eaten away by the flames as they are meant to be, and then try to divine our dreams in the steadily dripping wax? What is it about a fire that is being snuffed out which gives it the power to make our dreams come true?
"Come on, hurry up, before the wax gets all over the frosting."
I look up, aware of the vulnerable expression veiling my face, and watch the others laugh in puzzlement, not understanding, never understanding.
"I can't," I tell them, but my voice is barely heard.
Are we afraid to let the fires wane? Do we rush to blow them out because we fear that our wishes will ignite, and that all our hopes and dreams will go up in smoke?
I step back and shake my head, allowing someone else to take my place and blow out the flames that represent all the years of my life.
I feel like I've just witnessed a murder; yet at least it wasn't suicide.
I stand among a goup of people, yet I am alone; singled out, slightly apart from everyone else. Eager, smiling faces surround me, filling the air with ignorant cheer. I lean forward slightly, bending down to the birthday cake set on the table before me, and pause as I look into the candle-flame.
For the first time in my life, I feel claustrophobic. The smiles of my family and friends seem more like the leer of jack-o-lanterns now, their faces almost ghoulish in the dancing candle-light. They're all watching, waiting, wondering why I'm taking so long to blow out my candles and make a wish. I'm shirking my obligations by not signing that intangible contract.
I stare at the candles and wonder why it's considered good luck to make a wish by extinguishing the flames
When we look up at the midnight sky, we don't wish upon stars that are flickering out....
Why do we have to force them from burning? Would it not be better to instead let the candles be eaten away by the flames as they are meant to be, and then try to divine our dreams in the steadily dripping wax? What is it about a fire that is being snuffed out which gives it the power to make our dreams come true?
"Come on, hurry up, before the wax gets all over the frosting."
I look up, aware of the vulnerable expression veiling my face, and watch the others laugh in puzzlement, not understanding, never understanding.
"I can't," I tell them, but my voice is barely heard.
Are we afraid to let the fires wane? Do we rush to blow them out because we fear that our wishes will ignite, and that all our hopes and dreams will go up in smoke?
I step back and shake my head, allowing someone else to take my place and blow out the flames that represent all the years of my life.
I feel like I've just witnessed a murder; yet at least it wasn't suicide.
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