Two, four, eight and seven.
They seem to always be in months and days that are memorable to me,
4 is the number I want to see,
2 makes me feel accompanied,
8 is the number I love to draw and seek
With my faith placed in 7, I depend on the number to be…
From 2-8, all my numbers apply, driving my life to see a pattern that isn’t real.
And holds my reality so tight, the real problem is patterns and I fail to preserve.
It has nothing to do with the causation, tis the correction between.
And yet i just found out this is called OCD.