Ramblings of a lost soul PT.1

***DISCLAIMER***
While I enjoy writing and try to have decent if not good grammar, this is just random thoughts how they came out as I penned them down. Not intended to be anything specific but in a way reminds me of some kind of poetry and I'd like to hear others thoughts on it.



It's like the cold embrace of a blue flame,
the idea of fire always comes with a sense of warmth or heat if you will,
but in truth that sense is but a distant thought.
A small ghost within the depths of your mind.
Because when you are alone, all you have are ghosts,
those long lost thoughts you once had,
fading in and out of consciousness,
and that blue flame, sitting there bright & as vibrant as a sun lit sky, still so hot that it's cold.
That's the sense of yearning, wanting the touch of another.
You think about it so much that you start to decay, slowly and mentally,
becoming a ghost yourself, realizing that flame will never be yellow or orange.
It will always be blue, the color of ice, like what you sense your heart has now become,
or the color of tears, like the ones you secretly shed each night before you go into you temporary coma called sleep.
You think to yourself that, that flame will continue to be blue,
til' finally you've been alone for so long that all of your oxygen has been exhausted,
or you just decide it's time, to put your own flame out, to extinguish the very last thought of you.