spellboundspellbound by sinisterkiss
The amber glow of the candle light comforts me as I spend another lonely night dreaming of the warmth that my heart does not yet know. The blend of fragrances from the red wine and the lilacs I picked today mingle in their sickening sweetness to form a sugar-coated cloud of pretty lies around my head. Bewitching music blares through my headphones as I watch a moth take its final plunge into the hot wax of the candle before me. I observe its pitiful wriggling in awe.. It's once delicate, pearly wings now smoldering in the flame, it's fragile body now slowly turning to ash. I want to reach out and save it, but I cannot bring myself to free it from the blaze...I know in my heart that its already too far gone. I wonder why that moth is so enthralled by the light that she is willing to die just to be part of its burning brilliance. I feel for her.