lie

I lie, quite a lot actually. Mostly to myself. And that's the most important kind of lie. Trying to misguide others has never been my purpose; I use my exaggeration and omitting skills with good intentions and light intensity. But oh it gets really intense when looking in the mirror. I discover extreme lengths to which I am prepared to go just to prove I have done the right things, that even if I know I broke one of my most personal rules, it's ok, it's all good. But how come they feel so wrong after a while?


Well, it was just wishful thinking I guess. And all this time you were lying. To yourself, by extension, to others too, but they're collateral damage. And at that point you realise that you have been lying in a lie. While in bed, lying in the warm sheets and looking for reasons to support your decision. and that I think it's the most intense lie: lying while lying in bed with you (rself).