Its ironic how things can be so clear yet so distorted at the same time depending on which angle you're looking at. A distorted reality in which appears as natural as the real world, only in the minds of each individual, till suddenly that individual is in the right angle.

Funny it seems. All those lies. The cause of most distorted reality, fake hopes, fake feelings, a fool. Trusting lies, blinding us from what is true, and only to take away our reality. Lies that are told and created by each and everyone of us. Its convinient to create a lie. Even easier forget about it. 'Well, woops! I lied? Oh so sorry. I didn't meant to do that.' Ironically, we do everytime without knowing it.

Wondering around, endlessly searching, everywhere, to look for something I have no idea what it is, guided only by my instinct. I can't trust my reality, no more. Everything is suspicious. Everything is a lie. Lies! Lies! Freaking lies!

Maybe I know what I'm searching for. Maybe I'm just not looking for it the correct way. Maybe I'm looking for the whole truth. The truth about life. Well, its worth the search.  ¶ 2:02 AM