Does life always follow patterns? I see my hands, hands that are coloured orange, Fingernails that showcase the bleeding of the colours, The colour did not stay within the lines It bled out of the lines of my fingers But I always see a pattern in everything around me The broken coconut shells fit each other perfectly The leaves that were blended to form a paste are so symmetrical. The moth that is staying at the front door
Stays proudly with its symmetric wings Waiting to fly away.
The delicate fabric of my dining table Where I sit and stare at the dried lemons Is beautifully detailed and patterned with precision.
The hands that I join everyday hoping that it would take my pain away are so symmetrical.
Is all of this just an illusion
Is life not always the same
Does it bleed its colour out of the dictated lines
Or does it not
Is this all a mistake
Or is this all an illusion.