Tokyo - 넬

Candles

Days to come stand in front of us

like a row of burning candles –

golden, warm, and vivid candles.

Days past fall behind us,

a gloomy line of burnt-out candles;

the nearest are still smoking,

cold, melted, and bent.

I don’t want to look at them: their shape saddens me,

and it saddens me to remember their original light.

I look ahead at my burning candles.

I don’t want to turn, don’t want to see, terrified,

how quickly that dark line gets loner,

how quickly one more dead candle joins another.

By C.P Cavafy

p.s 

I borrowed a book the other week, it was a book filled with poem about everyday life. I've never before really been interested in the art of poetry except for Chaucer but nonetheless, I LOVE THIS BOOK. It was full of wit and humor and sadness and despair but it was just so genuine. 

p.s.s

I've been neglecting this blog, I apologize but I'm not sure if I even have anymore readers left  ㅠ.ㅠ

Anyway some new news, i've recently joined a gym. I've decided I need to have an awesome body by summer time. 

Plus i'm getting my tattoo soon, can't wait.