I’m fixed to the sky,
I never touch the horizon,
Covered in light it seems I am,
Visible in the night sky,
Yet most of my brothers are hidden away,
I for one play in the foreground,
People watch – from time to time,
The light – wishing,
This is just a short piece written from the perspective of an inanimate object. Recently, some of you might have noticed that I haven’t been posting as often. That’s because I’m working on my novel. I’m currently editing the final draft, but once I’m done, I’ll resume my regular schedule.
Thanks for reading.