*InS@nE IntRoSpeCtioNs..*

What does one get out of lies?     

What can be more alarming than deceipt?

Everyone has a self image, and true, everyone reserves the right to protect this self image. The problem comes in when your self image begins to control your perception of reality. It is a problem if this self image, becomes more important than the self.

The problem with a Lie is two things: -

1. It is taking away our trust in the world as we know it.

2. There is no more real 'bonding' between people.

I've always always wondered how people come to have the perceptions they have about themselves... and why is it that some people get to be more honest about themselves than others. Why is it that some people totally lack the quality of introspection?

Anyways, lies and false pretences disgust me. Its a strong word, but well, this is my blog, ain't it. To me it signifies a weakness of character, a person, who doesn't have the strength to face up to his/her own daemons... a person who is deceiving no one else, but himself/herself.

I've always felt that our souls see other souls for what they are, that they are able to see beyond the carefully constructed image we maintain.

I think we need to let our souls free of ourselves. After all, how long can your soul survive on a pack of lies...

They are very simple to build. All you need is an extra blanket, and a couple of clothespins.
The reason you build your fortress will tell you things about yourself.
Some people build them to keep the pain out.
To keep the pain in.
To keep people out.
To keep people in.
To keep their thoughts out.
To keep their thoughts in.
To keep the storm out. To keep the storm in.

Or sometimes they just want to see the whole world tinted a different color. Unless it’s a thick white blanket that you can’t see out of at all.

Mine is blue and almost see-through, and it’s where I imagine things the most. Things seem so much more possible inside here

Where we are similar, we are nearly identical
We can tell what the other is going to say, beforehand
and yet, monotony seems light-years away
Because where we are different,
We are poles apart

Love was once like a gigantic wave of mercury sweeping over me
And painting me silver so all I was, was a reflection
Now it brushes by me, so breezily, unnoticed almost,
Like tiny star-studded light-pricks
And leaves behind a near invisible film of silver dust.

I can’t grasp it
I can’t even define it
Or see it well enough to point it out
I just know it exists somewhere,

because I see these occasional glimmers
A flash, and they’re gone.

Maybe it never was love
But we were and still could be lovers
Starry-eyed and star-crossed ones, at that.