Light

This candle has sat in a box, inside a cupboard for longer than I can remember. I imagine that it was gifted, won or otherwise acquired.

I mostly kept it to donate and then forgot it. The hoarder in me does that frequently. I likely did not care for it back then like I don't care for it now.

It has long since been suitable for passing on. Crushed, dusty and unloved. Yet still I don't want to send it to landfill. I notice glitter as I light it, curious about how it will burn and like it even less. At least it has not got an unpleasant scent and will soon be no more.