you make sense of my nonsense,

and all of the parts of my being, as well as all of the characteristics that i possess,

you understand.

you understand that some people aren't meant to be understood.

I'm always so misunderstood.....

and somehow, it all makes sense to me now.

how every time i've been told that i make "no sense"; it wasn't that i made "no sense", but rather that they couldn't make any sense of me....

why are you that way?

why do you do that?

why? .......

because i am. because i do.

and the problem is not that i am or that i do... but rather that you won't let me be.

why am i the one who needs to change, when you are easily capable of adapting?

it all makes sense to me now....

how there's so much sense to nonsense....

how some people and things aren't meant to be understood, but rather accepted, acknowledged, rejected.

you make sense of my nonsense.....

without the need to explain or justify.

you understand that not everything i am or do will always be understood.

and that liberates me...

it free's me...

to put all of what i am into all, and everything, that i do.

this is not to be understood...

but rather acknowledged... accepted.... rejected.

because everything isn't meant to be understood....

and a lot of things and people don't and won't ever make any sense.

as soon as you grasp that, you'll understand... it will make perfect sense.

because i just want to be acknowledged... accepted.... rejected.

because this is all nonesense... but i promise it'll makes sense to someone...

so don't tell me that i don't make any sense when you can't make any sense of me...

don't tell me that you don't understand, is that understood?

let me be.

le me do.

acknowledge, accept, reject.

my nonesense makes sense....

i'll never be understood... and you understand.