Light a candle.
Have you ever sat down long enough to watch the wick's life come to a steady close? You see the flames flicker; rising gently above its soul as it casts reflective life all around it.
As you stare at the flame, you notice the colors that are kept secret by the orange glare. The blues, purples, and slightest hints of green. If you're lucky enough, maybe you have a partner to look at the flame with you.
Look at their eyes. See the candle's reflection? If you don't, then maybe that should be the first clue. But you keep looking. Notice the soft, faint flicker of color accross their pupils? Now tell me, is it fire; is it light?
Is it you?
The flame will eventually encompass the base of its life-giver's beliefs. It'll melt the foundation around it, and leave a pool of vermilion "dreams." Hot to the touch, but it will quickly form its bond on your surface.
Now tell me, is it really bonded with you? Or are you only convienient? Will it bond with only you, or is it possible that the same connection will be made with someone else? Turn your head, and test your friend. Can they withstand the temptation to touch your wax?
It bonded with them, too.
And with all emotions, the flame will burn out. Your pool of memories and dreams will eventually harden to an impenetrable shell. Your chances to play, are over. The wick can no longer give the flame its fuel.
So as your candle burns out, ask yourself if it was ever actually lit in the first place. Why the different colors in the flame? Why did your friend's eyes reflect the same image you gazed at for hours, but didn't reflect the same light? Were they blind...
or were you?