Echoes

Sitting out in the open air watching the flames of the fire dancing wildely into the darkened sky.
Hyptmatized by the glow of the firewood as if nothing else in the world existed.
Just me the fire and the dark skies all around me.
Trying to make out the faint sounds of something off in the distance.
To dark out to see where it was coming from and to focused on the flames to even care.
The sounds at some point just became part of the night sky.
So light as if almost undetected to anyone else around.
But as the flames wildely grew so did the sounds from out in the distance.
As if they were small whispers coming from nowhere.
I just searched the fire for answers but as they danced wildely the whispers became louder with every flicker of the flames.
To scared to look away but slowly terrified from the searching.
Trying despritely just to make out the still small voices that I soon realized was coming from the middle of the fire.
The more I searched the louder it became.
The deeper into the fire I had tried to see the more frantic the voices became.
As if there were trying to tell me something from deep within the fire.
The time seemed to be at a stand still for what seemed like an eternity until the flames slowly closed in on themselves as if pictures in a storybook.
As the flames were slowly out of sight and darkness surrounded me everything faded into silence as far as the eye could see.
As if nothing in this world ever existed at all.
Except the still small voices from somewhere off in the distance.
Out in the darkness.