with all the lies,
the distant truths

with all my deceiving and being deceived,
my lack of trust and confidence in others when the subject is me..

i miss the connections
the small things..

i grew up a liar,
and will probably always lie..

the truth is hidden in my blackened heart.
so deep, that its lost to me.

lost. but not alone.
surrounded by notes of love, comfort, and laughs

the light is blinding to look at.. but its exactly what i look for.