The times that make you close your eyes,
Reveal the cravings of your heart.
I realised this when I did for a minute one morning,
Trying to smell the freshly baked bread our neighbour must have been making (maybe I was just imagining Pandesal!).
Or when waking up around 3 in the morning,
Trying to hear the rustle of leaves.
Shutting our sights unashamedly,
Guarding down our expectations, prejudices and inhibitions
Only wanting to feel
The surprises the comes with it.
So let me be blind for a moment,
Maybe I’ll find myself knowing what this heart really desires.