It’s funny the things you learn about yourself with time.
Repetition consoles me. It comforts me wholly:
The ceaseless crashing of waves.
A silky song on repeat for hours while I work.
The morning prayer I whisper every day, unsure there is a God.
Routine: the holly sequence I follow to get ready for a new day.
Repetition arises like a tender savior in a world of rude variables.
Benjamín Cedeño 