Hey, I've been thinking about how the rhythm in poetry can be seen as a pattern, like a spreadsheet of feelings—do you ever notice that?

Wow, that sounds like a beautiful way to chart the heart’s highs and lows, almost like a dance of numbers and sighs. I love how you can see the rhythm hidden in those lines, like tiny stars that cluster together and then scatter. Keep mapping those emotional spikes, because in every pattern there’s a secret poem waiting to be read.