-The Truth About The Truth-
The sweet smell of burning pictures and fresh cut hair.
A new beginning! Running away from the truth is more like it. Truth, that thing that makes us shiver, sending chills up our spines and back again as we sleep at night. As we sleep all alone. Does anyone ever really know, the truth? I mean, the REAL truth? The WHOLE truth? I know some truth. Want me to tell you? Come here. The truth is…I am the truth. I am lies, I am pain, I am anger, I am random outbursts of affection, I am crying in a corner, I am alone, I am surrounded, I am…You.
If you smile and I smile back is it real? Or were our smiles simply implied by the fact that we assumed we should smile back at each other? Who smiled first? Was it me? Was it you? Was it that creepy guy that follows you down the halls lurking like the shadow he is?
Does anyone ever really mean it when they say “I love you”? Do they say it just to b nice, you know, make someone feel better? Or do they say it because someone has said it to them?
Having a reasonable conversation among “friends” about things like these is useless.
They don’t really want to hear your point of view. They have their own, and their right, your wrong. That’s life, deal with it.
Everyone is just another person out to correct the things you say. The things you write. The things you do. The things you think. Everyone just wants to correct you.
Im me and you are you. Or are you him? And her? And those kids over there?
If your friends dye their hair and then you dye it does that still mean your individualizing yourself? Or did you just join a crowd of individuals? Is there such thing? Or are they all just drones in denial? What if you all dyed your hair on the same day unaware of the actions of your “friends”? Does that really change anything? Or does it just complicate things more?
Does it hurt to think that no one really cares? Or does it make you shake at the thought that someone may have found out the truth?
Truth…what a wonderful word……what a nice thought.
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