Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Lies Are 20 Stories High






















Life is just the novel you write on your coffee break. And your novel is just a collection of lies you'd like to remember. And all that you remember, is the distance from here, to then.

14 comments:

Mirette said...

COFFEE <3

Tyron Bache said...

I have stopped writing in my breaks but it doesn't mean I have stopped lying. I can remember about as much as I can predict.

Anon. said...

I love this. All that is true, is what we remember to be so.

xo

zonedin said...

I'd rather spend my break making my life and interesting novel rather than read a book of lies even if it is fiction.

Anonymous said...

I wish I could know how to define "then." Hopefully the distance will close a bit; the cruel spaces between us. We should meet in the middle to compare our notes someday. I believe that our lies are a thing of beauty, of Art. And Art is created to be shared with the world.

Maria Stella said...

The lies are not so dirty if they helped to get us together. They may even be funny.Kind of allied, when we look back from that so called then.
Meanwhile, we live from forgiveness and understandings and promises and so called love.

Anonymous said...

The concept of "us" has never felt like a lie to me. It feels like the safety and comfort of love and home.

Aparna said...

All that I remember is the distance from here to then, and it consumes me in ways I cannot control.

Whatever said...

And the day comes when you jump off that tower that you built, because you have to trust that the truth is enough. And maybe you don't have to try so hard to remember, because it's all right here in your heart.

cynical bones said...

and coffee was always just an excuse to see you.

Anita said...

This has got to be my favorite out of all your beautiful creations. <3

BI LIKE ME said...

ok..forget what I wrote..I'm lost again

Anonymous said...

People call me a liar. I know that's exactly what they say about me. Truth is I will climb infinite altitudes for my soul mate. Don't believe a word they say. I love you. Me.

Moonstone said...

What if I have no coffee breaks? And even if I do, what if I can not write? Then what is life and how are the memories the lies of 2o stories?