my thoughts float around me in clouds of periwinkle and gold.
amidst the inky darkness of navy blue
that blankets my mind
i often gaze up at them
get lost in the droves among droves
of these ribbons of stardust,
suspended together and dancing,
orbiting in patterns and pictures and i watch
i can't ever seem to keep them.
these ribbons, although beautiful,
crumble when cradled in my hands.
when i reach up and brush my fingers against
the clouds of periwinkle and gold,
and disappear entirely,
and i am met with nothing but a memory
and a pang of melancholy
and inky darkness suffocating me.
these are my thoughts:
beautiful and bleak,
shimmering and gold and periwinkle,
merely stardust, for that is all that i am...
and they are fragile and fleeting
and often i lose them,
or i tire, and let them go