Sometimes

The entity called Life knows no rules.

He knows no boundaries. 

He knows no monotony. 

In fact, 

I'd like to believe that he has such a distaste of monotony 

that it is one foundational motive for why he does what he does. 

This inspires an intricate concoction of 

fear, 

curiosity, 

and admiration to rise up inside of me, 

in the very part of me that is so deep 

I don't always have time 

or feel like making the effort

to scrape away the garbage in my heart that buries it 

just to listen to what it is hearing.

Sometimes,

I think it's my confusing fascination

with this distaste of his,
this distaste

of monotony 

of predictability

of comfort 

that gives me all the excitement I need 

to keep living.