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when i see the stars i think of bangtan, of the galaxies they hold within them, full of our beating hearts, delicate but so, so strong
i see moonlight filtering through the darkness of the trees and i think of namjoon, of the timbre of his voice and the secrets it holds, whispering to me that i will be okay, someday
i see roses and i think of seokjin, run my fingers over the softness of their petals and feel the love his music engulfs me with, feel loved and in love, i close my eyes and smile, just a little
i play a note on an old piano and my heart aches as dust rises, i think of yoongi and the strength of his hands, the gentle rasp of his voice, a moment’s respite from as my mind empties of everything but his words
i see a balloon tied to a tree, bright red and swaying in the breeze; i think of hoseok, of the lilt of his voice when he sings, of the peace it brings me, i feel like i am floating, grasp firm on the anchor that keeps me grounded, i think i am happy
i hear a wind-chime tinkling in the breeze, i see its silver reflection in still puddle and think of jimin, of the way he moves, the grace in his gestures, the kindness in his eyes; i start to dance, just a little
sitting at the edge of a bonfire, i see yellows and orange flicker and think of taehyung, the warmth of his demeanor, the depth of his voice, i feel safe, i feel held
i pull on my favorite sweater, grasp at the softness of its sleeves, burrow the folds of its black fabric; i think of jungkook, of the softness of his hair and the clarity of his voice, of the strength and comfort he brings
