Lies. So much lies. There’s no way to know the truth. Which one? Which is it? Which of these threads of lies is the truth? It’s the proverbial needle in the haystack. One of these lies is true. But what? The most embedded one? The shallow one? Perhaps the newest one? Or the one on the bottom?
Why did I do this? Covering up the truth with so much lies, now I don’t know what is true. My feelings, my thoughts, my actions, my words, my life… which is true, and which is false? Spiraling down the chasm of darkness, only the truth can save me. But then again, my question remains: what is the truth?
Who am I? Once upon a time, I had known with absolute certainty. Now… it’s foggy, like a mountaintop covered with clouds. The road is tortuous, and it might lead me to death. My only light is gone. All that’s left is… me. Or the shell that is trying to be me.
Who am I?
This is your confused blogger, the EnglishRazor, over and out.
The Father Creator 