01-01-11

You're irresolute. And enveloped in depravity.

There is no end to your lies.

You lie to your mirror. The thought of being relinquished sends shudders down your spine.

After all, you've never been alone. Who can even survive alone?

Now that kinda existence is just absurd.

The sand pours down as you try to think about the right answer. Is there even a right answer?

Slow it down.

It has changed. There can be no answer.

That's just ludicrous.

There's always an answer.

But you're a liar. And it makes your soul gray. Your reflection wavers at your very sight.

Morality is just a value. It is rather discomfiting.

You appeal to your self to eschew the truth.

There is an answer.

It is the origination, of an impasse.