I am a very old being. 
 I am very old indeed. 
 Yet I am not frail, just weakened. 
 Is that an oxymoron? 
 No bother. 
 I have been left in a fairly questionable state. 
 Left in the lessor havens among the stars. 
 Though I will return to my lover. 
 He is my lessor half after all. 
 I can feel it near. He is alive on the earth below. 
 My curiosity has however been peaked by my forlorn neighbors 
 Being a constellation in the sky is rather... boring to say the least 
 I've been here for what? A thousand plus rotation cycles? 
 It's been a long time. 
 And I have some rather boring neighbors to boot 
 Stars. Little points of light in the night's sky. 
 They've been with me since I got stuck up here. 
 Always speaking in their riddles and trying to sound like wise sages. 
 I grew tired of trying to talk to them. They never would listen to me. 
 My adventures. My exploits. My travels across the... Cosmos 
 They always would pout and be mad. Trying to hold me by a mortal based morality. 
 I never quite understood why this was but this annoyed me to the point of giving them the silent treatment for the past eight hundread years or so. 
 It's grown easier too. As I have slowly made my way back down to the plant's surface. Slowly further away from their fixed orbits.