Candle Tears

In a hot summer night, in a cold living room with an air conditioner set to 16 degrees Celsius, on the main dining table in the middle of the room with 9 filled seats surrounding my presence, I was fixed in the middle, wearing my oval glass jar and my teal wax, I was lit.

On the table, there were not many plates and there wasn’t a serving for every person. The tablecloth was white and the guests began their evening with a welcome glass of water from the host.

My tranquil aqua fragrance was all over the place. Breaching the lungs of the guests, exploring their hearts and seeing their smiles, I glowed.

With the very initial sip of water each guest took from their water glasses, they took off all their clothes, their makeup and their masks. They were all smiling and cheering while eating and drinking, but none of them was really smiling from the inside.

I caught their eyes with no fake look as they didn’t have to fake a feeling towards me. I saw the fake emotions instantly when they had their eyes off me and towards any other guest. None of the guests saw broken hearts, forsaken dreams, overnight tears, bleeding scars or exposed wounds. I saw them all. With soothing glowing fire and cyan blue tears, I squeezed my perfume to the guests. I cried.

What I saw could fill oceans, what I witnessed was enough to flood a continent. It was all hidden beneath their outfits, their undies and their shoes. Covered with their smiles and their cheerful talk, I felt pain. I felt agony, I felt trouble, I felt misery. In my glass container, I saw all their pain and cried.

They got closer to me for my scent, for my soothing light and for my warmness. Nobody got to see what I saw, what they don’t see in their mirrors but they see in their beds before they fall asleep. With my cyan blue tears and tranquil waters perfume; I cried.