The truth is a funny concept, because there's actually no real definition. It means different things to different people, and what of those instances where the truth is something only one person can actually know. The truths we carry deep inside us that no one cat attest to or question, yet if we lie no one can prove otherwise. What I'm trying to say is that I've been struggling with the truth quite a bit recently. What is mine to share, to keep, to unravel and to deny. And what happens when I start explaining my lies with another lie? Do they cancel each other out or multiply? And most importantly of all, if the lie effects a truth only I could know, is it even a lie? Is it even something I should be ashamed of?
