I like the idea of falling in love.
Although I don’t know what love is
but I guess it’s the feeling of breathlessness, or
when the toasty sun cups your face in the frosty winter
or like hearing the melodies of the cool breeze on a hot summer day.
Whatever it is, I hope I get to taste a slice of it.
And yes, I do have my pillars who remain unfettered despite the monsoon and the wind,
but I can't help but notice the cobwebs where my heart used to lay,
and that's where I realized, perhaps a little too late, that I’m stuck in an endless cycle of fear and craving for love.
So with a cocktail of fear of never being good enough with the thoughts of eventually letting them down,
I attempt to calculate love as if there exists a way to measure it.
But I braced myself for the world, hoping that I get to live in the shoes of millions before, and after me who are liberated in their own love.
But until then, I’ll help open the cage to release my imprisoned heart.