There is so much disappointment
In the everyday life.
I fear habitual, unremarkable daily routines.
I feel it makes me as small as I don’t need to be.
Conventional days make no sense to me.
My heart wanders in space, alone,
Seeking excitement and spark
That are not to be found in the ordinary.
I despise the bore, passionless moments
As much as I love without limits.
A day without expanding love
Is a day
Where love has shrunk.
I am love.