Glass Stars

Silently weaving, quietly existing, I forever remain wandering and forgotten by the world. All while reminiscing and recording everything I see, I hope, I pray that the words I leave behind may someday reach you beyond the world of my creation, to you who dwells far above among the sea of stars. Silently weaving, quietly existing, I am the silent storyteller who continues to exist, all while quietly whispering, a wordless prayer.