sense.

I feel like things should make sense.

I feel like I shouldn't want what doesn't exist. That I shouldn't seek the intangible.

I feel like things, on it's most basic level, should just not be intangible. I feel like I should be able to feel things, experience them, live in worlds not grounded in reality, but not in falsehood, either. I should understand what exists, what can exist, and what can't. I should not want what is wedged in between.

I should either want to live, or to die. To not exist is not an option. To not breathe, but not be dead, is not an option.

I should not want to be loved, but not love in return. I should not want to just be desired, and not desire. I should not want to be intangible.

I cannot make sense of the world, cannot make sense of myself. I cannot understand what runs through my veins, what beats in the hearts of others. I am not intelligent enough for all this.

I feel like things should just make sense. I'm too tired to try so hard to put the pieces back together.