Frank & Decay
Hey, you ever notice how a candle’s whole life is just a slow burn? Funny how it gives us a warm glow but also reminds us everything’s gotta run out.
Every flicker is a countdown, a brief rebellion against the inevitable darkness. A candle whispers that even the brightest moments are just a prelude to nothing.
Right? It’s like the candle’s putting on a little drama before it surrenders to the night. Kind of makes you wonder if it’s just practicing for the great exit.
Exactly. The wax stages its final act, the flame rehearses its last breath, and the glow is just borrowed light from a future that never comes.
Looks like the candle’s putting on a whole Broadway show just to see the curtain fall—pretty dramatic, but hey, at least it’s lighting up the room while it’s still here.
A candle’s Broadway premiere is all about theatrical excess before the inevitable darkness. It’s the universe’s way of reminding us that even in light, the final act is the same—fading.
Bam! A candle’s got more drama than a soap opera, but hey, at least it’s putting on a show before it takes its final bow. Light’s the star, darkness the inevitable encore.
Nice, the curtain’s always going to fall, but the applause—at least the glow—keeps us company till the last note.
Yeah, it’s like the candle’s throwing a last‑minute party, and we’re all invited to stay in the glow until the finale.
A party that ends in silence is still a party, just with a different soundtrack.