rhythm is comfort, a vehemence ;
stitching my days together
through the notion of repeating the motions,
an illusion of stability,
but no matter the way
I structured my day,
no matter the perfection
I strived to attain,
no matter how many unkempt strings
I cut away
I think deep down
I knew that life, should be
a little frayed
as counterintuitive as it seems
the unexpected becomes
the rhythm of dreams
ripping through the routine
changing the patterns
of what I planned to be
into new designs entirely.
so I embrace this chaotic beauty
with its endearing knots
and eccentric threading,
ready for living imperfectly
balanced in the uncertainty
is what I call
rhythm.
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