Shatter #4

For so long I had allowed my incense to continue burning and the purpose I still have no idea to this day. Maybe unfinished thoughts or even fathoming the thought of how much of me I would soon forget to remember. My incense has bred to its end and by all means to its fullest capacity and my fragrance is now fading. The scariest part of all, somehow in the process I've become a candle collector. Scrape, Scrape, Strike, LIGHT! smoke...although no matter how many candles I've lit and how many matches I've put out, no fragrance can substitute yours and nothing could even compare. Smoke, dark and in end lifeless and lonely. So my sole purpose of creating lonely, singular matches is to rekindle your scent every time. So candle collecting just ain't my type of thing. The only thing I long for is my incense and your candle's scent. So where's the match at man?

Fin....