Northern lights

     I awoke to the endless void once again, still surrounded the the familiar strangely colored flames and the doors they illuminate. The deep blue and gold flame hadn't changed since the last time yet next to it a new candle had formed still unlit. I griped my chest as my heart began to ache. It felt as if it was about to split in two. A spark ignited the new candle and a kaleidoscope flame blossomed onto the wick. The flame ever-changing, Inside a golden pen seemed to write the colors of the flame into existence.

     Captivated by its creative beauty i could feel its power spreading over me, infecting me. Suddenly i felt more alive, more ambitious, more passionate. It felt as if the flame wasn't confined by the wick it would spread forth into the sky and paint it with colors. A part of me feared that much raw power, but the other part relished in the idea of such beauty.

     I snapped out of my vision, my heart still ached but i would never forget that flame and the way it made me feel. I went over to my deck and hit the power button on my laptop and before long my fingers flew across the keyboard and with each stroke my mind raced a bit faster. i hadn't felt more alive and free then i did in that moment.