windy fields of memory

the moon flowered on our minds, lacing thoughts like threads.

we tried to write them down with our fingertips, but they faded like yellow pennies. we buried them, but they powdered to dust. we snatched at them in the air, but they flew away, like fragile pastry birds. we claimed them as our own, but their name was already written on another's brow.

but still, we tried.

and there was one thought we caught. one, we wrote. one that we buried, and wore like a star on our foreheads.

and that thought made another's heart leap like a deer.

your thoughts are precious. don't ever give up on them ♥