A missing gear

Gone are the days when planning trips was a joy, booking experiences or full days without being coy. Where’s that person, what has he become? Or is it that his heart has worn out by losing crumbs? He’s not on pilot mode, neither on full steam. There’s a missing gear for this machinery to gleam. Is it something that comes with age, or is he taking refuge in his well-known cage? “I’m too mine to share myself” he used to say, now he craves to do so and match a new world one day. To find that missing line of code, to make his structured heart enter lover mode. Perhaps this person is only taking a pause, to resume such experiences once he’s found a new cause. Another motor for higher power, not an anchor to stop. His boat needs movement instead of the ropes to drop. Truth is he imagines more of what he lives, he used to receive less of what he gives. Beautiful hearts deserve the world, their feelings must be valued and not be forced to fold.