Semi-Daily Scribbles

The smile is stretched tight across my face. Fake. Fake. Fake. A guiding light pools up around my feet. Jump in. There goes another flash of brilliance and I'm on the wrong side of the lens. Can't get any closer or else you'd be me. I didn't eat today but I'm well-heeled. I am always hungry. That's the reason why I accepted this role. Feed the need. I am recognized and never satisfied. I am an unscripted headline. No one told me how cold it gets at the center of the flame.