Flames and Bittersweet Nothings

Flames incinerate the pages, all I had left. Letters, punctuation, spaces. All thrown together to make words, words laced with feeling and emotions, but still nothing more than letters when boiled down to their essence. They mean nothing. My dreams explode into reality, blackness overcoming the white, fire illuminating the darkness, tears extinguishing the flames. The world plunged into nothingness again. The beautiful night never giving way to sunshine, not even the moon can break it's spell.