The English Language

The Oxford Dictionary knows what every single word in the world means. But I hate the knowing. I hate the defining. For once, I just want to stay in that place of not knowing where everything is perfect and my brain isn't involved. But the second I take that damn dictionary out and try to make everything logical, my life gets forced and unnatural, and I can't breathe any more. I can't breathe because of those damn walls that my brain puts up. I just want to not know. I just want to relax, and not know, and breathe. I want to thrive on those black floors, not knowing at all, and just being and being and being. Why can't the universe just. let. me. be.