Lie With Me

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

sometimes i do the unthinkable, things that noone in the right frame of mind would do, things only the insane think sane.

sometimes i wonder... what happens, when you weave a lie out of your life, and people seem to take better to that lie than they do to you? when does that lie become your reality, consciously or not? where do you draw the line?

sometimes we start by telling a small lie, a white harmless one. but there comes a point, when reality stares you in the face, and you come to the crossroads. you're either exposed, or you tell another lie to cover your tracks. your conscience knocks at you, but its soft prompting is easily ignored and your desire not to 'lose face' takes over. what they don't tell you, is this path you've chosen is one of no return... and you soon find yourself telling lie after lie after lie. well small ones, but they add up.

we all took AS, ay? we all know that one strand of hair on our bald heads is little. one strand and another is still little, and another one on top of that still doesn't cover the balls of pespiration that form up there on a hot day. but it comes a point when we find our heads full of hairs, so thick we can't even see our scalps. yet, we don't exactly know the exact point that occured. when did too little become too much?

people lie about their age, their race, their occupation. maybe life is all about lying... but, is there really a need to? we all paint our lives with such colour, but at the end of the day, we forget that the only person we need to face is ourselves.

the cake that looks so delish pleases the taste buds not... so much.

♥