kneeling down to the night sky.
praying.
As the galaxy is my religion and the northern star is my god.
My heart is screaming to the glittery sparkly and calming site above me.
Oh dear god.
please.
I won’t ask for much.
Just give me a tiny little bit of this magical thing everyone is talking about.
A thing, I want to discover.
A thing, I am curious about.
A thing they call,
Love.