i’m sitting on a rock in a park that consumed a great deal of time in my youth and i am enjoying acknowledging and reminiscing some of the lies i have told myself………….and pretended to believe them…….because we know they are lies and promote then anyway…..thinking we have become good at the masquerade, another thin attempt to alter and control situations we won’t accept………………we can…….but we won’t……..

i notice the people as they walk their dogs and i wonder how many lies are being exchanged………………in hope that they will be believed…………………………………………………………………………………………………

people who are good at telling the truth are labeled insensitive and brutal………………really……..

that ought to tell you how generally the truth is something to be avoided at all costs in certain situations…………………………

my goal is be labeled insensitive and brutal……………..but i can assure you the people posting those labels are as afraid of the truth….as i use to be………………………………………

no more lies…………………………..nothing to hide…………….no wonder i feel lighter