When you think about it, it’s like your brain is on fire.
So many thoughts are so electric that they spark together and burst into spectacular flames.
Your brain is screaming: it is scared of the fire that is burning you from the inside out.
The fire can’t escape: there are no windows, doors or emergency exists inside your head.
As the fire rages on and you’re still screaming trying to find an escape that doesn’t exist, smoke fills.
Black, thick smoke that clouds your vision.
You cannot see through the smoke that is a result from your fried brain.
Everything goes into slow motion.
The smoke covers your eyes, it clouds over your eyes and although you still want to scream, the smoke makes you feel unconscious.
The smoke seeps everywhere all over your body and in your mind and brain and world around you.
A void.
A black hole.
A bottomless pit.
Empty nothingness.
Even when the fire has been extinguished, which could take hours, days, months, even years, there is still ash left behind.
The ash is dead.
Remnants of something that was was.
There are parts of it which are molten hot, ready to set alight at any given moment with no warning.
Around the ash, the smoke is clearing but small, whipped clouds are still present.
The smoke is light now, almost like fog.
It is still clouding your vision even when the fire has been put out.
It’s hard to walk through especially when you’re trying to not stand on any hot ash that could potentially start the fire again.
It’s strange because, although you don’t want to cause another fire and you worry what might happen if another fire sets off, the fog makes you feel wonderfully calm because…you just don’t care.
You don’t care about the fire.
You don’t care about burning yourself.
Or the smoke becoming too thick.
You don’t care about anything or anyone or anything.
Sunshine appears over the ash and foggy smoke making it look beautifully grotesque.
The sun hits a bit of the molten ash.
It begins small, but it does begin.
Spreading and burning all over again.
The dreaded, unexplainable fire starting again…but there’s no 999 call to ring.
No one to come running with a hose and water to put the flames out.
You just have to wait for it to burn down again.
You just have to wait for the sunshine.
The sunshine that lights the fire.