What do you see when you hear the word fire? Bright lights, orange, yellow, ashes. What if there was something more? Some mystery hidden within the flames. Look into the fire, it dances, it jumps, it reached towards you every chance that it gets. Look harder. Look for the hidden secrets. Closer and closer you get but your vision seems to be impaired because you can't see it. Then you realize what if fire is a feeling. Passion, ambition, happiness. Would you ever think the deadly flames had more to it then destructuon? Just to be sure your final conclusion is accurate you look into the flame again. Deep into the hearr where the hottest part of the flame thrives. Where orange and yellow meet ends and become a simple light orange color. The almost quivering movement of the fire seems to create a sense of freedom. The fire freely moves around shifting shapes, engaging in everything and anything. Has no direction has no thoughts but flows with no strings attached. Before looking away you think what if people were like that? Would we destroy. Does freedom equal destruction? In that case is freedom good or bad? The only ways to find out is to release our selves of all control and follow the fire.
