Light And Truth
My eyes are no longer kind. They lie. They let in light, enough light and so I see what's inside me and what surrounds me. But not a fraction more.. for it would impair my vision it would burn my heart the ashes of which would nurture my dark soul. My tears tears of deceit water the deadly roots of my empty brain and lets it grow until it engulfs my very spirit and I cease to exist. I look around the world and wonder if any of it if any of those eyes are different from mine. All eyes lie. - On writing, I forget and the world remembers. https://link.medium.com/HPgFk5Jd8qb