When Candlelight Dances On My Paper

When candlelight dances on my paper, don't ask me what I am writing, don’t ask me what it is about.

All are scribbles flowing from my silence, in which some may have a thousand meaning and some may remain as puzzling meaningless words.

It will continue it’s flow and one day everything will freeze and stop coming. Gradually it’ll fade from memories by the waves of time.Until the time comes, let me continue my scribbles