I find myself giving insubstantial things (like the night and darkness) a life of their own as though they were living breathing entities, making them into thinking and planning beings with desires and intentions of their own. So for this challenge, let's bring FIRE to life. Write a brief description (prose or poetry) describing FIRE that makes the flame behave like it has a desire or a goal that it is actively trying to accomplish. An example might be to describe how a ground fire burning a path towards the forest craves to reach the dry straw and leaves, etc... The fire can be any fire - a forest fire, a candle flame, a lighter, a bonfire, etc. I imagine they all have different motives for burning :)

I melt away with the rest of the universe

It just takes a spark to invoke me. I can be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Sometimes I come and leave in a flash.

But my favorite way of appearing is special. It mostly occurs between a piece of glass and the grass. The power of the sun starts to give me life.

My heartbeat starts to flow unexpectedly and rapidly. I start to run towards whatever is in front of me.

All I can see at the start is blue and green. Steadily I start to distinguish a beautiful meadow and a forest ahead. My breath translates into portions of me growing. I start to run I get the most unexplainable feeling in the world, as if somehow, I melt away with the rest of the universe.

I grow until I can reach the highest points of a majestic tree and all I can see ahead of me is life. I love the rivers, lakes, bushes and small towns at the distance. My happiness is so intense that I try to run and reach all of them to somehow try and hug them.

I always seem to have a mild problem.

Every time I turn around to see where i’ve been to, everything’s different. Everything changes. The ground is no longer green but deep grey with hints of charcoal. The sky doesn’t look blue anymore, but dark clouds seem to lower from the sky and eat away the color from the world.