Aflame

Fire.

If I had to describe life it would be the color of fire.

Because really, don’t we all have that little flame inside of us, waiting to go ablaze?

Remember when you were young, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, alight with that electric confidence of youth, the world at your feet?

Or the first time you fell in love. That pink kiss. The blush in your cheeks. That giddy feeling, of embers burning, crackling, deep in your chest, threatening to burst.

How about the last time you burned with secret shame, or smoldered in anger, or cried so hard your eyes turned crimson? Or the time you shone, so bright, at your peak, after you worked so hard to get there, knowing that in the doleful years that follow, there might be loss, the slow decline of a flame dying.

Yes, if I had to describe life as a color, it would be fire. Wouldn’t you?

My head is so full of plans that it seems aflame. ~ Marie Curie