Six sticks was put together to create a flame.
A flame that was made to keep a girl safe if she’s lost in the woods.
Like how it could keep something everlasting like love, happiness and friendship.
It’s heat keeping things warm when something turns cold.
It’s heat keeping the six sticks on hold.
But nothing is constant in this universe.
There’s rain that slowly burnt the flame that has only started.
Things got cold and now we’re all in a dead end.
I wish I could tell you this my friend;
I am greatly saddened.