a guide for you

with lit candles lining the window sills

and the lights dimmed, dark orange glow

two chairs separated

by a cold oak table

stretching endlessly father

and only shouts can bridge the gap

delicate petals sprinkled on the floor

crushed by careless footsteps

lead the path to deepening waters

and the candles will be forgotten

till the wicks dwindle to dust

one day escaping their crystal prison

to consume the tight knit fabric we stitched

and waking neck deep in waves

stretching hands and arms for balance

choice lies between flames and currents

or inevitable surrender