“To live is the opposite of what it means to die. But does one truly live if he lives a lie.”

I lived many days and many nights truly lying myself, telling myself it was alright while doubt left seeds that grew weeds crushing my false happy sprouts slowly and methodically. The truth was like a two edged sword, sharp, piercing my subconscious, so blunts, provided a trusty shield, protecting me from reality.IN order to avoid facing faceless truths, I ripped the fabric of reality, wrapped it around sweet smelling grass and watched it disintegrate into ashes and smoke films. Now I float in the haze of cloud nine, literally nine inch above my nose. I’m lost in a sickly euphoria, trapped forever in its haze. Reality, poured in like a F5 hurricane, sweeping my false joy and living in its wake the issues I thought I escaped, unearthing the skeletons I had buried. The truth has once again bound me.