Isn’t it that nothing is ever truly real? What we see, what we believe in, what we perceive, it’s all in our minds and how we process what’s in front of us. Our reality is simply what we make of it. Seeing what actually is – that’s hard, particularly when it doesn’t agree with what we have in mind.
Sweet, Sweet Lies
Unhinged my tether to reality’s become,
don’t know when or how but I’m certain it’s because of you
and the strongest current that’s my futile passion
which is nothing more than random detail to you,
a passing fancy amusing you in your idleness as a last resort
but I remain for I’m trapped halfway between daydream and nightmare
fooling myself endless you’ll prize me one day,
discounting all evidence why that’s next to impossible
and instead merrily fall in to the swirling vortex of make believe
for the truth doesn’t hurt as much there as staring it directly in your eyes
and I’m able to prolong my happiness despite it being sweet, sweet lies.
—
Photo taken from here.
Prinsesa's Anatomy 
Pingback: 50 Words: Lies | Prinsesa's Anatomy
.. i have a few pieces that are accumulating dust and cobwebs in my blog, haha.
that’s okay. it’s what we all do anyway. we make things then stop halfway!
.. here’s a reply to your post (from one of my old poetic blahs):
epitome of deceit
didn’t have the courage
to say goodbye
words
I cannot utter
thoughts
I cannot gather
didn’t have the reason
to hurt and make you cry
struggled
but I hindered
fought
but I surrendered
didn’t have the meaning
to explain myself
and tell you why
didn’t . . .
for I am full
of lies ..
wow, rob, may itinatago ka palang ganyan! 😀