the truth
It's hard to face the truth.
It's hard to accept something you don't want to hear, something that can strike at you with the speed of pain. It's hard to listen to the words forming, the concepts being slowly coloured in, the details added to the rough draft, eventually coagulating to shape a reality you never knew could exist.
It's hard to think thoughts that you would otherwise relegate to the back of your mind, when you would prefer to muse on other things. The ideas and the possibilities run through your head unresolving, conflicting, confusing and turning, making your mind into an unsolvable maze of what if, why and why not. You replay old arguments or question old choices, uncertain now because there is no light to allow your eyes to wander, no people around to allow you to shift your focus. And you may even make the worst mistake of all by indulging in regrets.
It's hard to realise that at any point, the foundations of the life you are living are made of tissue and can be destroyed in an instant.
It's hard to accept something you don't want to hear, something that can strike at you with the speed of pain. It's hard to listen to the words forming, the concepts being slowly coloured in, the details added to the rough draft, eventually coagulating to shape a reality you never knew could exist.
It's hard to think thoughts that you would otherwise relegate to the back of your mind, when you would prefer to muse on other things. The ideas and the possibilities run through your head unresolving, conflicting, confusing and turning, making your mind into an unsolvable maze of what if, why and why not. You replay old arguments or question old choices, uncertain now because there is no light to allow your eyes to wander, no people around to allow you to shift your focus. And you may even make the worst mistake of all by indulging in regrets.
It's hard to realise that at any point, the foundations of the life you are living are made of tissue and can be destroyed in an instant.
