given up on happiness..

There is a trunk. Inside a flame flickers. It wanders into the labyrinth of shadow. Its tongue is pressured to shrink. The flame is consumed by darkness, the overwhelming emptiness bleaches its colour. Locked and yet there exhibits an aura of insecurity.

This mystery of light. Fire to whom I have given my heart; from which takes away my strength.

The sound of the kettle. The fright of the night. Hidden in silence.