I’ve been thinking a lot about the lies we tell when we are at our most vulnerable and raw. Lies that we believe sincerely. Lies that we desperately need to be real and true. Lies that are simply defenses against pain and sorrow and loneliness….that in a perfect place would be truths. So in essence, they are purer than any reality we’ve been forced to reside in.
These are the lies we savor privately. And only share with a small handful of people in a lifetime.