11:11
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By accident-
I came to be, to exist in the same space
of blooming choices where mines a seed
not planted right, a crooked vine
which sometimes flowers, confused
I say, sometimes my need
to become roses-
In random numbers life discloses
what blindness see
in dreams alone, when if survive
I become god’s divine excuse
By chance-
I say, sometimes it’s true
that time around the fire goes
and we become a waiting number,
unlucky draw, god only knows,
I’m just a vine dreaming of roses-
–
H.O
“There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can’t face the terror that it might all be random.”
― Lauren Beukes, The Shining Girls
