Like It Fell From the Pages of The Little Prince 🫶

Late at night, when I’m writing,

I light a star that knows how to cry.

Wrapped in silver, shaped like a four-point star,

this candle doesn't just burn —

it bleeds.

Deep red wax trails slowly down its sides like comet dust,

as if a piece of B612 broke loose from the sky

and fell right into my hands.

🌲 The scent? A gentle wave of woody calm.

Subtle, but powerful enough to soften the edges of a cold winter night.This Candle Looks Like It Fell From the Pages of The Little Prince 🌌🕯️

Late at night, when I’m writing,

I light a star that knows how to cry.

Wrapped in silver, shaped like a four-point star,

this candle doesn't just burn —

it bleeds.

Deep red wax trails slowly down its sides like comet dust,

as if a piece of B612 broke loose from the sky

and fell right into my hands.

🌲 The scent? A gentle wave of woody calm.

Subtle, but powerful enough to soften the edges of a cold winter night.

And then, right at the end — a warm amber note,

like butterscotch melting by the fire.

You’ll feel your shoulders drop.

Your breath slow down.

Your silence feel softer.

The red wax pools like frozen rubies,

drawing rivers across the star’s metallic surface.

It doesn’t ask for attention —

but you’ll find yourself staring anyway.

Someone once asked me what loneliness looks like.

And I think...

maybe it’s a silver star burning in the dark,

quietly pouring itself out,

trying to write poetry through its own unraveling.

So tonight, I’m sharing it with you —

my quiet little universe,

lit by wax and wonder and all the things I never said aloud.

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