I stand in front of a closed door, and it is see-through. I think I can see everything, but clearly, of course, that's not true. My fists and jaw are clenched. Raven voices teasing my worthlessness out, again. It was, clearly, not worth the fight. Guess that's okay. Guess that's okay. Guess that's okay.
The silver lining on the horizon: why waste time if it ain't right? But... I have a question, knock knock, I have a question here. Couldn't it be something true and just in and for itself? I should have shut up and start filtering. To preserve. To protect.
The reason why people filter truth is because other people can read it only in their own way. And then they run away. And then we are left alone. And then we decide that next time, we will play the game.
The silver lining on the horizon: why waste time if it ain't right? But... I have a question, knock knock, I have a question here. Couldn't it be something true and just in and for itself? I should have shut up and start filtering. To preserve. To protect.
The reason why people filter truth is because other people can read it only in their own way. And then they run away. And then we are left alone. And then we decide that next time, we will play the game.
