I've been a bad, bad blogger. It's been a while but here is a quick one to keep the blog alive for another 90 days (well, hopefully less than that this time):

Fire. He was lost in the colours of the flame, the gentle flick of its tips held him fast. His blank mind comforted something deep within him, something he wanted to forget. He shied away as it started to surface, and he allowed the heat to draw him back into his own dark emptiness.

Fire. There was something mesmerising in the simple destructive beauty of it all. It caught his mind in a web of scorching silk and he was grateful he couldn't shake himself free, because he knew if he did... what? What would he remember? Who would he remember?

Fire. It has no memory hidden in the depths of its light. It recalls nothing of life, nothing of death; there is nothing but ash in its wake. Oh for his dearest memories to become dust, for his pain to be burnt away and a hollow core to be all that remains. Yet even now he awakes from his trance and the real world comes crushing down...