My silly self

What if the wick of the candle slithered downwards towards the fast melting wax?

Would the tiny flame extinguish itself or would it survive by reaching its wisps outwards, reacting in combustion with its atmosphere?

My brain has been so muddled up lately.

I cannot seem to pinpoint the exact reason.

Where is my time that I seem to not be able to grasp hold of?

Why are my thoughts scattered amidst a bowl of fine grains?

Perhaps I have been doing too much talking recently.

I have a headache that may be attributed to a lack of water intake.

But I choose to blame my surroundings on the awkwardness and powerlessness that I feel right now.

How silly.