When the first flame rises, it is small enough to be discouraged, yet you’re too stubborn to accept,
When the first flame rises, it doesn’t question whether the darkness will return unexpectedly,
When the first flame rises, it already knows its purpose even though it will not to last forever,
When the first flame rises, it only asks to be its own self—to shine beyond because it can,
When the first flame rises, my chest feels the surrounding aura, this is enough for now…
When the fuel dwindles, fear often accompanies it, bringing with it a list of potential endings,
When the fuel dwindles, I catch myself staring at the clock and listening to my own doubts,
When the fuel dwindles, I whisper that the worth of that fire is not in any kind of measure,
When the fuel dwindles, shadows stretch their arms wide open not until you fall short,
When the fuel dwindles, I understand that the universe does not beg or promise for any certainty…
Even when justice seems a little dim, there is still way more powerful than the harsh light of cruelty,
Even when justice seems a little dim, it reminds me that silence doesn’t equal to defeat,
Even when justice seems a little dim, I feel that the courage is sometimes like the heart that is unwilling to bend,
Even when justice seems a little dim, I see beyond how self-control steadies my wandering hands,
Even when justice seems a little dim, it is proof that one’s truth has no interest in any kind of applause…
When this moment arrives, I am powerless to trade with the fuel from yesterday’s will,
When this moment arrives, the lamp does not ask how long it will last it just dimmed to stop,
When this moment arrives, I feel that living is not waiting but searching while burning your fire from within,
When this moment arrives, the flame is more than enough to hold back despair or doubt,
When this moment arrives, I know the act of shining is already beyond victory, but a clear evidence that you are living…
When the breath departs the lamp, it does not beg for more—but it gives, it shares its light beyond,
When the breath departs virtue does not collapse- it lingers in silence, it lingers in her pain until she suddenly knew what learned and pass it out,
When the breath departs justice continues to echo, like a sweet melody lingering in the air,
When the breath departs self-control, it gracefully subsides only if you’re willing yet it still remains intact,
When the breath departs, the flame bows, but it never gives up on its mission!
Watchwords:
• When the first flame rises
• When the fuel runs dry
• When justice glows faintly
• When those moment presses
• When our breath leaves us
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
