love is not something we wind up
something we set or control.
for all that I love of spreadsheets,
I love what defies them more.
some things can't be classified,
some things can't be stored,
some things are like no other,
being labelled they defy,
but they're still a part of me,
a part of my why.
it's too easy to try to squeeze
everything into a box:
my loves, my hopes, my dreams...
easier to take stock
of everything in a list,
my self-defined inventory,
but the truth is... we're all human,
and that's good enough for me.
I'm attracted to humans,
no more needs to be said,
no more needs to be described,
and put your dissension to rest.
love is just like art,
a force that comes into our lives
without any rules, expectations or limitations.
Pink text: Hernando Fuentes from Sense8