Particles of Longing

Isn't it funny how a feeling drifts into your thoughts, like a fog in the evening?

What if the stars above carry whispers of forgotten dreams?

Occasionally, listening to silence reveals the debris of our wants; tangled echoes roaming aimlessly.

Every fleeting thought is like a feather on a breeze, is it even yours?

Do we even understand what it is that we hope for, really?