Path of the Lonestar

8点∀ Path of the lone star.

T here was a time the stars stood still. In blackness of the darks radiance. A time where none would seem to be of movement, there was no fear, of joy or danger. There was a star far from the others, the star shined with a brilliance of energy shadowed by the rest.

In its cover it takes the first step forward and of that no longer was the star a star but a man.

The man once a star ran tirelessly toward the the other stars covered in the likeness of the night and could never reach as the dusk was endless. Run as he may there was nothing to be found. Point be that he'd seek to give up then, only to find another star running beside him in a sprint.

As short conversations do last, a blip in the universe and an eternity in the mind, they went their separate ways. From then the influence of what was the color of a shroud to never be seen, more was created; or did it appear?

Was it here all along?

Was I running too fast too see it right in front of me?

Maybe the other star was quick or too slow, it was me in that sense I guess.

On my run I saw a lone flower, I saw a church be built brick by brick, I saw father's and mother's, sons and daughters, I saw commemoration of statues of the fallen we hope to see again and at the end of my run... I saw a lone star.