Faith
I guess I have been ruined by the stories …
By dramas, movies, books…
I am sorry I didn’t intend to… I have been fooled…
Love…
Love is the lie we tell children to shadow their innocence from the dark reality that haunts us…
I am one of those liars … one of the liars that told me it’s easier to lie…
It’s true… it’s easy to lie… lie so good that our souls become hooked, tangled, sewn, glued to the false idea, the illusion that calms our fickle, make believe hearts.
Lies that become truths to our weak minds.
Lie so hard that even my soul has been fooled and captured by my own lies, leaving me hungering for what doesn’t exist, for my own Neverland… thirsting yet there is no drink that could quench my throat.
My soul aches for the unreal… its wrong… sad… hurts so much that I could die… I want the unreal, I want to feel its touch, I want to be among it.
The truth, the coin has two sides but no one ever seems to know what is in the middle, hidden yet obvious.
The Truth, Love is an illusion that romantically cannot be held…
Love...
Our humanity is unrealistic because somewhere in the middle of the coin there’s… because we can’t see the other side when we are on one side glued by the middle.
The truth…
I am a fellow liar so what do I know about truth?
