Dark Starre

I burned out a long time ago.

Often, someone will ask me some simple question that I have no way of answering and as I sit there and wonder about why they would pose the query to me, I realize that I have no intention of answering anyway. So, I sit and remain silent until I force the bitter words to my lips and say with a startling vehemence, "I burned out a long time ago."

For all sakes and purposes, my name is Starre, though we all know that this name is false and for the protection of myself and the one that tells my tale, we will leave it at that for now.

Someday, in the rumored brilliance of what is to come, I may find that there is a little light in me yet, some purity bleedthrough that I never before considered. Maybe, in the darkness of the sky I will see the twinkle of a dying star and realize that I am still twinkling, though not bright enough to offer hope or help to any other voyager.

Alas, as it is now, I can only believe that light and purity is vacant from my life and so, I will pour out my tale slowly here and one day, years after I have passed away, someone will glean something from my tale and then my light shall be renewed.

~"Dark Starre"