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.
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.
I am talking about something deeper than that.
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.
One Reply to “What Makes Sense Anyway?”
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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