The Candle.

The room was bright. The small shadows that formed in the corner of the room looked like impurities in the light. Such was its essence; it seemed as if as soon as the candle was lit, the room became heavier with the light being filled in it.

Sneering at the dependency of the helpless humans, the candle thought

“I am the light you need,

You are blind without me,

I show you everything you want.”

The candle light danced in the mild breeze that passed through the room. It felt triumphant, but a gush of wind blew the light off before it could finish thinking “I am your Go…”