They work without logic, they follow mortals' emotions.
Patience is the key for you
To shine even brighter than the moon
A short story-poem. I hope you enjoy!
We are the children of the stars.
A hymn of praise and thanks for the 4,000 Commaful faithful who follow me.
An eternal partner turns a blind eye to us.
We've always been celestial.
I sit outside in a large, grassy field. Not a cloud is in sight, just the stars twinkling as they usually do.
I always thought it was my equivalent to the wedding ring my dad still keeps hanging around his neck.
I am a celestial wanderer rather than a terrestrial one.