Dearest You:
A funny little word this word Truth...
Where does it begin and where does it end? In a fractured world of lost fragmented souls searching for their broken reflections, where does one find truth?
Deluded, you drift aimlessly through the streets at night chasing damn ghosts and shells; a fix here, a chance there, a jab, a blow here, they all amount to the same hunger for re-ligio, don’t they?
So you lie and cheat, and grovel and leave your signature in the fabric of Universe for all eternity; and you weave your own demons, a web, a tapestry of deceit to enshroud you, all the while you search for the one truth.
Isn’t it ironic though? that you seek light with lies? No wonder all you find are shadows and fright.
-Your Friend, IAT
