It’s easy to pop a balloon, but not break the brick wall. My heart is now a conglomeration of bricks. With time, it got stronger and stronger and is getting more harder to break. But, I keep trying clinging on the rope of hope, creeping through subdued shadows, to break it someday.
Yeah, you heard it right. I am in pursuit of an intentional heartbreak. How will it open until it is not broken? Only when it breaks and aches, I believe there’ll be ways that let in rays for an alternative exploration.
When broken, I become vulnerable. My weaknesses remain exposed. But still, I will choose to make up my mind and build a wall again. As I now know what is to be done, my fears curtail. I also know, this wall will again be broken someday in spite of the added material strength. Can this be another vulnerability? Certainly not. I’m privy to the fact that I’m bound to my self and all those dreams it holds.
I keep seeking heartbreaks that make me vulnerable, which in turn makes me more stronger.