The truth will set you free. But truth is cruel. Compare it with lies, we’re none the wiser.
We seek solace in lies, in fantasy, in delusions and illusions.
I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you the whole truth yet. I’m not sure I can handle the cruelty behind it.
Even if it means deluding myself, the illusions are friendlier. For both you, and me.
But am I not worried? Time is running out. It has always been on our side and against us.
Verily, verily, I am scared.
If this fear is ever irrational, then every fear would be insanity.
I hide my truth in lies, waiting for the day when cruelty is no longer truth without love.
Because only in the midst of passionate embers, would you kindle the flame.