Enduring one’s past must first be greeted with one’s presence. Reading between the lines of their once little lies that grew over time creating a healing wound within itself. We must lie to cover the true feeling for another. Is it possible to just live in society filled with propensity? Not forever holding on to your lovers every word. Hoping and wishing it’s the words you want to hear. Seeking the truth utter disappointment in what you may find. The truth can damage even the strongest. So, we lie for the better of thy self, and for the individual who silently weeps at night praying for your return spilling your last breath to them. Silver lining the paths between the bad and good. People will only see you for your bad once you express it. cover yourself in pure equality with a hint of mystery, letting go of the tragedy that once owned you so to say and live in the silence creamed scenery known as your intelligence.