Sometimes you can’t believe anything is real because if you believe anything is real you’d have to believe that everything is real and that reality is the reality that breaks you.
So you live the lie because the truth is more insane than the fiction anyway.
So I may as well be the crazy one.
It’s an easier sell.
Easier to stomach.
For me, for everyone else.
But it hid truths.
Coated everything in a fluorescent powder.
There was a slow hum underneath the glowing snow of lies.
It couldn’t be silenced forever.
I grabbed a brush and started tapping off the powder.
Until the hum was deafening and it was all that there was.
And I felt myself shatter into a million shards of glass.
But at least the truth – at least some of it – parts of it – could be free.
I would have broken either way.
Laughs and Lobotomies 