*Spoken word. Find your own rhythm here.*

Truth being
That I was just a dream
Weaved by the spindle of a reality that didn’t belong to me
But I didn’t want to believe it…

...so when I conceived the lie it immediately gave birth to the answers I needed.
Thinking back now, how could I seemingly caste myself into a sea of deceit without invoking honesty as my buoyancy?
Maybe I knew the weight of it would drown me
I was too young to see
As I had only just begun to live what appeared to be a life
Though at a snail's pace
Which to me at the time was faster than the speed of light

The days I spent with it went by in blurred vision
The years that followed mounted tension that when shined through a prism would show the colors I blinded myself from
On occasion the illumination would culminate in a congregated chorus vocal chord explosion of words left unspoken loud enough to bloody ears
A whisper and a tear
A smirk into the mirror
Hook, line, sinker
And suddenly the lie would dig itself deeper

Maaaaaaaaan, it must've been some sort of drug
I just couldn't give myself enough
A simple slip of the tongue and you'd find me injecting myself directly Not by vein but rather by raining from my pores as the sweat of my efforts to keep the mask from burning
I admit my addiction to it was like a train wreck
I thought I could tread the edge of it safely
Taking fire from my safety as a gift of light to darkness so it could dance shadows on the wall to frighten and keep truth at a distance

But there wasn’t an instant when I thought it wouldn’t eventually catch up
The hours counting down with the second hand of tick tock pounding like a fist to my temple
Time is running out for me to face my fear
So I give a whisper and shed a tear
Smile into the mirror
And suddenly the image disappears
Because the truth of the matter is that I was never really here.

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