When you get to close to fire, the pain can be immense. A pain that's so painfull it can also kill you with one hit when you get too close you can feel yourself melting and just breaking away. Skin cell by skin cell. How your body rapidly emerges with the flame. Intertwining. Humans and fire are not a pair. They do not work together yet you would think something so beautiful could interlink. But your wrong. Fire can do so much damage to a person. Yet all you want to do is touch the amber red flame. Feel how it interlocks with your fingers. Holding the flame. Yet you can't do that. The consequence of doing so will mean you yourself gets hurt.
I felt the power of the flame surround my body like a wave of bees and a helpless honey cone. As it passes through my upper epedermis. Rushes into my veins. Feeling the infuriating blood pump through my body. The flames controlling me. Manipulating my brain to only express anger. Yet I feel sorrow. Sorrow that you can't get close to fire and feel the power I once felt. The rush of adrenaline empowering me to push forwards as the cloth on my outfit melts to my skin. My eyes water up but yet I can't tell if it's the pain or how beautiful it truely is. But in that moment. And that moment only I can see what fire truely is. It's a mass of flame that controls and destroys your body before you even get a say. Fire is a seductive soul sucker who pulls life out of anything and everything. And it did it to me. I close my eyes
As I open my eyelids I can feel the empowerment the fire had inflicted to my body. I can feel the burns all around me. I look around with a slight blur in my eyes to see vase. One singular blue flower. I then realise what I saw wasn't a dream. It was a reality.
