u r in a black box. so many colours and light can shine through you. but at the end of the day. ur box is still black. it's as if it translucent.. u attempt to light up candles... but after the light has gone.. u have just created a puddle of mess for yourself. sometimes u will think.. why am i inviting trouble... but then because ur world is so dark, ur crave for that little bit of light will prompt u to light up more and more candles and before u know it... ur little black box gets chocked up with all the mess u've created all this while.

now u panic. u want to get rid of all the waxy mess. but u cant... no matter how u scrap... the rubbish still lingers.

then u get more depressed. light can no longer shine through ur box. it has become opaque.. and slowly... the ppl around you leave... just because they find it useless to shine their light in u anymore.