Our brains are trained to see patterns in things
Pareidolia
Faces where there are no features
Music where there’s nothing but white noise

I can find the reasoning
in (almost, nearly) anything
Confusing and nonsensical
arranged and tied up with a bow

The lack of continuity in indie films
The perfect mix of casual and chic
The phrase that breaks the parallel
The spice a dish lacks

But I can’t find a drop of sense in
why you’re gone