Certain things just make sense, and you can’t make sense of them like how a mushroom can understand the needs of a forest, or how in a room full of art i’d still stare at you; and how home doesn’t have an address
Certain things just make sense,like how I tend to feel too deeply, or not at all or the fact that i’m a hurricane thunderclap, a person who lives an intense and beautifully meaning filled life, but dies in an unexpected and profound way due to some sort of personal, physical, emotional or mental judgment.
And certain things make no sense, like how they call us lost teens because we wear too much black and listen to loud music, or why people with such beautiful hearts, pray for them to stop beating? or why raspberries have no middle but blackberries do
Not everything needs to be understood