Repeated lies become facts of fiction. Beneath the membrane that separates fantasy from reality there is chaos. Heat of passion rising through cold reality. Crusted corridors casting eery shadows on the light. Love fending lust. Courage overtaking fear. Desires morphing into need. What would be your sanctuary....from your self-created whirlwind?
Truth lies in the light...and in the shadows. It hides from no-one, but can be hidden. Be a seeker of truth. Don't let repeated lies become your sanctuary from the whirlwind. Who on this earth knows you better than anyone? You do. Recognize your inner chaos , and only take sanctuary in the truth.