Sense
has gone out the window.
And I don’t care.
I could allow myself to sit and think
Poke holes in everything I see.
But I don’t want to.
It’s like I can’t think
My thoughts have been cleaned
All negative energy has been sucked out of me
I have seen my memories drift from me like
trying to remember a bad dream.
I can’t sit and wonder
Because the questions
Have been answered.
I don’t understand.
I want to sit
I want to think
I want to make sense of everything.
That is what I tell myself.
That is who I am.
I want these things.
Wait…
What do I want?
Hold on, let me think.
I am not talking about my body.
Or my logic.
My body is the one who wants.
My logic is the one who desires my thoughts that make sense.
No.
I am talking about something deeper than that.
Something lighter
And transparent.
Something made of more bits of the universes than most have ever seen.
I don’t have to want it anymore.
That is the funny thing.
In deed, we really have all that we’ll ever need.
Only the body and the mind keeps wanting things; our true self is sufficient.
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