Truth

One day I am going to tell the truth. I want to let everything out, every last drop of deceit, every fibre of the web I have been building since the day I was born. To be honest I am so scared by the idea that I find it exhilarating - the thought of telling your closest friends, your relatives, your partner - everything. All of it, like a stream of the purest water, unadulterated by exceptions and exclusions and embroidery. Just the truth.

I don't know another person in this world who hasn't built their life with at least a little deception mixed in with the bricks and mortar of their soul, not a single person who could look me straight in the eyes and not blink. I wouldn't trust a person who managed to convince themselves that they were completely honest at all times. It would be an immediate confirmation of either self-delusion or extreme deviousness. I actually had someone swear blind to me that they had never told a lie in their life; I no longer speak to that person. Who knows what evil lurks in the disturbing inner-workings of a mind duped by itself...

I like to think that the truth will set you free; that's why we're all trapped here. Yearning to burn the fat from our souls, we cannot escape with all of these trappings holding us down, adding weight to our plight. If only I could scream and let it out, scream to heaven all that I have kept hidden inside, maybe I could rise like vapour with the echoes of my fraud, free to soar without the burden of artifice - no guile, nor hoax, just