When we choose to lie, we present a false persona of self in front of someone and are then forever doomed to behave in a certain way in front of them.
When we put up charades and build facades, we only prepare to tire ourselves through the constant lie that we live.
Our minds war internally, music feels like cacophony, and yet as we dip every arrow into the poison of our design, we feel it pierce us into our backs, still dripping with the blood of him for whom it was prepared.
Our webs of tales expand, the (use word for spider web) slowly twisting around and a feeling of suffocation settling into our bones as the strangles out our breathe.
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Random Philosophies 2
غير روائيHighest Ranking- #5 in Non-Fiction A book of individual essays or shorts about the journey of an adult trying to grow up. Book two of random quotes and philosophical thoughts.
