vienna

love, which already is such a meager and frail force, has now vitiated over the passage of time, the criteria for a true love having drooped significantly. now, by all means, how shall it battle with these mighty forces? shall it just boost its pride by clinging onto old sayings?

or maybe, true love isn't just about lovers or partners. perhaps its about something more than that. perhaps its about scraping your knees on cobble street roads, or laughing until your stomach hurts, perhaps its about anxiously waiting for something pivotal , digging cresent moons into your palms or celebrating with your loved ones, perhaps its about your dog, tilting its head, tongue out, waiting for its treats, or finding your brother, covertly singing songs of your praise, perhaps its crying your heart out after a failed task, and then afterwards feeding yourself chocolate cake or having a dainty drop of hope as your only sense of faith,perhaps it's these memories you'd forever cherish and cling onto.

so then, after love has summed up the power of its giddiness as well, i suppose it cannot,after all be deemed that weak.

time, is inevitable, always ticking away, unforgiving. but when you're happy and warm and loved, do you really spare your watch a glance?

space is vast, undiscovered. it threatens with its size.compared to space, love is just a tiny atom. but even despite being so minuscule, love isnt lonely like space, it isn't cold like space, it isnt so many things, but it is satisfied.

in the end, love is more than just a human emotion, it is a tangible, higher-dimensional force.