Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The Lies I Won't Tell

As soon as things start being the way they should be instead of the way they are, I’ll start telling them to you that way.


E. said...

The day I will finally reveal my feelings for you, I will find salvation.

But when are things going to be the way they should?I think I've waited for too long.

Voice said...

I've started telling things as they should be. Thank God.

aish. said...


Slightly contradicts your blog, really. You tell me everything I want to hear that I never get to hear from the people I love.

Anonymous said...


you know who i am said...

hey - don't worry, no need to be sorry :)

there could be a turning point to this story and if there is, i'd make a point to inform you of it.

Anonymous said...

Only in silence the word,
only in dark the light,
only in dying life:
bright the hawk's flight
on the empty sky.

—The Creation of Éa

Worry not about the way things are or should be - but rather find peace in the knowledge that everything is as it ought to be; as it was written so shall it be done.


Anonymous said...

Please don't ever stop writing these. I look forward to them every single day, and I'm not quite sure where I'd be without the posts you put up. I don't want to find out either.

debtink said...

I can't lie and I can't keep quiet. When someone does not believe I don't lie - I can no longer trust them.

Anonymous said...

They say, and this is true i think, that every action has a reaction. And most of what we do is a reaction, even when we think it is the initial action.

That's not the point I was going to make.

By doing nothing, simply not doing a thing, you have me doing so much. I am astounded by this. That doing nothing is in fact an action? Is it? Or is the theory then proved wrong?

My reactions to your lack of an action also includes taking no action, trying to be as passive as possible. The bane of my existence.

Anonymous said...

I can't say that I loved you or you were the greatest part of my life. I can't say even say you made a difference, or your love touched me, or you made me feel things I never felt before, I can't even say your love touched me and made me strong.
What you did do is make me wake up to the hunger in me, face up to the things I don't even let my self dream, I don't even let myself think, because I'm so terrified of my Pandora's box. I'm scared I can't take it, that all my secrets will come flying out to expose me. Confirming that yes, I world eat my pet. I fear I'll overcome and find myself with something like the destructive power of the Ring, the precious. I will have a deep inner strength that no one can rival, no one else can understand.I'll isolate myself with my power till my only way to reach out is to strangers on the net.
Admired by all, friend to none. Quiet, lonely, isolated moments that stretch into months and years.
I'd have to find ways to slip my thoughts into hypothetical conversation, write plays, all the while being really careful of the things I say. Or pretend I'm a regular family guy.