The Star Beyond the Static

In them exists a void. At the centre of that void is a flame; a star of brilliant blue. They sustain it and it sustains them. 

 

Isolation is easy; to neglect one's surroundings, one's self, to allow the bridges that bind and tether to fall and rot while the individual shrivels and retreats. An atom is mostly empty space. Sometimes, isolation is a necessity, a tactical retreat prevents greater losses and silence centres the mind. The colours of the world speak volumes.

 

Some internalise that isolation, recognise their empty space, feel the void within. They find themselves enraptured by their eigengrau insides but to press deeper would reveal the source of the static. At one's core is a nucleus, a star, a flame and no two burn with colours the same; the fire within is that driving light, an emotion, a feeling, beyond all others to energise the soul. As one wades through time's passage, that light may change; motivation can vary from moment to moment but to them, their light remains.

 

For in their void, at their core, a star of brilliant blue does glow. A light of hope, a beacon of faith and trust. Their journey to it was a perilous one and one they paid for in blood and pain, one they'll wear the scars from to the end of their days; but, at their core, they received their light. Hope burned bright within, an unexpected motivation, and yet, one they embraced. Hope in a better tomorrow, faith their feet walk the right road, trust that Time's hand is guiding them true. 

 

Every so often, when they need it, they visit their star and feed it their fears, their darkness, their worries; its light only grows. They carry some of it with them, a promise around their finger; shining blue for all to see, a light to find and a light to guide. 

 

Their star it may sustain them, but from within their void it glows, bright enough to show the way to other's if kept close; a friend within the darkness, a hand along the path, a light to cut the static and clear the aftermath. A torch of blue to fuel the stars, helping those in need, their hope sustained by kindness shared, passing along that seed. 

 

In them exists a void. At the centre of that void is a flame; a star of brilliant blue, the light of hope they claim.