When you tell a lie for long enough, it starts to breathe a whole life of its own. It takes on a form which mimics the real world so closely that you forget that it’s completely artificial.
“You’ve got to believe that I’m trying.”
I don’t believe anything from anyone, mostly because I can’t trust myself to separate the truth from the fiction that seems to surround my entire existence. It’s easier – safer – to just not believe a single word that anyone says.
Even from myself.
When you tell a lie for long enough, it starts to breathe a whole life of its own…
…and then it smothers you while you’re sleeping.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
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