The Star

The lights flickered a slow country two step as he looked out his motel room window.. He preferred the dark after a long night in the spotlight… Sitting there in the dark listening to the swish of the cars going down the interstate.. Knowing that in a few hours he would join the mad race to another city….. He turned the radio on to a blues station.. Poured a glass of scotch and took a long swig then lit a cigarette…. He looked at the headlines of the local paper the maid had left in his room… Weddings funerals, elections murders...These people had lives that made such happenings important to them.. What was important to him anymore… Nothing. his soul was empty… Once ah once there had been something that mattered to him.. Someone he cared about someone who made him feel… But now she was just lyrics he sang… A song that inspired lovers and those who wished to love.. But he was hollow.. Each time he sang the song.. She became less his and more theirs…. Not that it mattered.. He never even knew her real name… all he really knew was that she was someone that once – for 24 hours- blocked out all pain , all sadness, all sorrow, all regrets and made him feel wonderful, wanted and special… Leave it to him- not to even get her last name.. His arrogance had cost him everything… and now all he could do was push himself – take himself- to the edge each night.. Pushing the limit of endurance until one day the barrier splintered and he would free fall into the darkness of his mind....