and everything else that we can only conceptualize but not capture. <33

Like what it means to love,

what it means for me to love you.

How it feels to be loved back,

why we desire to love,

what is love truly like?

At its core.

I wonder and philosophize,

there is no absolute measure of love,

even when we measure our life through love.

Describing what Love is to me,

defining where it resonates,

deepening into it.

Still,

love is one of those things.

I try to lock down and pin to my scrapbook,

I hold onto the souvenirs as an attempt to freeze my memories,

keep them here with me,

forever present.

The love I can only feel before it transforms,

leaving me changed,

there is nothing more powerful that being in it—

With the experince, present.

Love.

Hard to describe and often harder to embody.

I try to paint it, collage it,

I try to write about it, maybe even make music through it…

Love.

and everything else that we can only conceptualize but not capture. <33