.Fire.

There, 28th Dec 2005, a couple more days to the new year.. this year had been, Oh well, eventful and yet it always ends up the same.. Strangely quiet and peaceful.. *ShUsh*

It's like the world's shut its blinds.. Closed its doors and billions of windows to the chaos and noise.
Night consuming every bit of surface...

People are huddling in front of a gigantic fire, each contained in their own thoughts and feelings.. Silent except for the occasional comment like, "fire's dying.." and "we need more wood.." Quiet except for the low murmur of crackling from the burning flames...

I am sitting amongst them, not making a sound, thoughtful... Secretly laughing at my own year, shaking my head at some of my own actions and thoughts.. Looking arnd, I noticed people... Some I know, some I don't... Others like an ancient memory, a whiff of familiarity. There are a few who seem to be in a trance, in their eyes, flames dance and leap and fly, I stared at the fire in front of me, it's just burning, a small, insignificant flame... I feel cold.

I noticed a few, beads of perspiration decorated their obvious frown.. I noticed the devil's flame in their eyes going big and strong... Fierce and threatening.. They look tortured. I lowered my gaze...

That's when I saw, a lone figure pale as ice and snow, eyes glazed and lips grey; the poor fellow's frozen to death... Nobody seemed to notice, each preoccupied with their own lives, reliving the different moments, relishing variations in thoughts...
The fire's small and hardly helpful in my cold, lone life; for some it's a huge, raging flame, to others it provided a soothing, delightful warmth... Yet for a few, it's already dead, leaving them in the cold grip of harsh winter.

I sat alone, in the crowd... For now, I'm surviving the creeping cold, but soon I'll have to be looking for wood to keep the flame up.. I won't and I can't let it die...

Yet...