Wednesday, March 14, 2012
The Truth Is Different Every Day
You keep trying to tell the truth about who you are but you keep changing, every time someone listens.
Written by Me at 7:29 AM
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Hip hip hurray :-) Nice to comment again !
I love you.
This is me. in every way.
Because I fear they will see through me and judge.
wow! Thanks for opening up the comment section, its interesting to read various perceptions !
I.. woke from a dream this morning. I heard someone whisper "you, and only you". Just for giggles i looked it up &.. Wow.
i am so happy that the comments section is back.
I need to change, to stay safe
You've told so many "truths" that even you don't know what to believe...
Hmmmm. On my part, I'm consoled by the fact that, at the very least, someone listens. And I try to tell them the truth, but even if it constantly changes, at least it's the truth.
I'm so glad this is back. :*
i can't help myself and you know this. i so fear getting close only to lose you again. every secret that slips from my tongue threatens your disappearance.
I used to feel bad when I say it differently from the last time. I thought I was lying.
And yet if you do it enough number of times, then stop, and stand far enough back to survey it as a whole, you'll find that all the changes fit in the whole picture. It's all you. And they can't exist, without the others.
But I love you for the observation. It means you listened to every single time.
When you've been stripped of who you are, sometimes you have to transform to keep the authentic "you" safe for those who really care to know it...
Could I possibly have my words ?
All the ones I got to submit once...
"When you've been stripped of who you are, sometimes you have to transform to keep the authentic "you" safe for those who really care to know it..."
Indeed... And actually for yourself.
The truth is no longer mine when I open my mouth, the truth is theirs and I'm glad to pass it on.
I wrote that passage, thank you for your response. In love, your fellow anonymous.
I just wish the truth would stand up and tell me which one it is. Because a truth can seem a lie and a lie can seem the truth. How am I to know the difference between the two before it's too late and the truth eludes me? Is the truth even one of the choices? Or all they all imposters?
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