PROSE – INTROSPECTION
Somewhere in the admist these series of events called life, I began to believe a lie. No, no, no not a lie told to me. I wish it was that easy, something that simple. You can shrug those off if you want. You can justify the reasons why a person lied to you. But, the lies you tell yourself are permanent; at least they seem that way. No matter how hard you try. No matter how many lies you tell to hide the first.
Looking back, I can remember when I first uttered the lie. I was filled with conviction and promise. I meant everything I said at the time. Yet, I can’t recall when it became a lie. Some may question whether it was ever truth. It was. That much I’m sure of, I meant with everything I had in me. Slowly, without noticing, I had become a bald-faced lie.
Pleased to meet you…I’m the butt of the joke.
And one day, if we’re lucky, we can wake up and stop kidding ourselves.
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You sure? That concept may be fairy tale or a bedtime story. However, I hope you’re right!
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Powerful and relatable.
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thank you and welcome
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Glad to have found your writing, and thank you as well. Looking forward to seeing what you have to say
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I just scribble I hope you enjoy what you find.
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