The truth is half the time we’re not telling the truth or hearing the truth or seeing the truth or feeling the truth. The truth is we’re spineless scum. We don’t like each other. We lie and we search for everything even when we know we’re nothing. We’re nothing important. You’re nothing important. Who am I to tell you that? I’m nothing. But you’re still reading this. Because you’re hoping I’ll tell you the truth. That I won’t lie. But I lie. I lie all the time. But there is one person I never lied to. And he lied. And now I don’t care about the truth. Cause no one will never tell me the truth. We’re all lies. Not that we’re untrue. We’re just portions of the truth. It’s a puzzle and each of our truths fits perfectly. But I can’t zoom out and see the bigger picture. Just my truth. And the truth you told me. That’s the truth.
Nothing. Just what I write.