It was just a simple flame dancing and moving in the beautiful moonlight. I was soon to realise that this flame represented my mind: bright and wonderful colours bursting through the flames popping and crackling like fireworks in the dark, intriguing sky. These remarkable colours, like the thoughts dashing through my mind, were violently, cruelly, engulfed by the red flames. High pitched screams came from the fire, or were they in my head? It was almost like the red flames were crying, screaming for help. Every once in a while you would see a flicker, a small glimpse of hope, emerge from the flame trying to escape, however these flames soon faded out like the thoughts in the horrible depths of my head. It was all too soon before the flame died out, leaving all of my burnt thoughts to die too.