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.
