What Makes Sense Anyway?

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.