Hope.
Hope is like the flame on a candle.
Fragile but majestic.
Mysterious yet welcoming.
The flame that burns the candle creates light. It has no shadow but it's definitely there.
The wax the flame burns is like the negativities melting away, an erotic aroma replacing it.
And though a little force is needed to ignite the light, it creates a warmth so unique and true.
However, a simple blow, a small gust of wind, or even the tiniest splash of water will take the light away, darkness enveloping everything.
It's easier to lose the light than to create it.
It's easier to lose hope than to gain it.
A small word, a negative thought or a bad look can take that hope away, leaving you surrounded by all things bad and cold.
But once you have that hope, it begins to melt all the bad things away, comforting you and making you feel warm, welcomed.
Don't let anyone take your hope away.
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