December 28/07

Empathy? This feeling designed to allow someone a feel que another es feeling, a understand como they feel.

Vamos about our days,
uncaring y unfazed,
unregarded the unfortunate
soul who-

Maybe it's one of these simple questions, with the most obvious answer, but yet still it is a mystery to most. Why do we lie? or rather why must we have the urge to? What drives us to create this excuse, for protection, to make things easier? How can it be easier when someone who cared for deeply lied to you, though beyond all doubt you believe that it was the truth, or rather you never second thought it. You know that there was a hidden meaning, a hidden truth, but as you try to loosen the web of lies, you discover that deep down you were better off not knowing, at least that way you could still have some hope y believe that your precious perfect life wouldn't shatter to a million thousand pieces. would you rather know the truth, or cast it aside, try to hope that there was still some reason left, some greater force that could mend this disaster of a broken heart. Do you believe that for one second you were lied to because they were prolonging the inevitable? Would you believe they didn't want to hurt you?

Tattered dreams, knocked down off your pedestal of longing dreams y hopes. Thinking that this was what life was all about. To have someone, y be truly happy, but can you truly say you were truly happy? Do you believe that it could've continued to be a great thing. Sheltering your deep sunk depression y heart ache. You were happy, believed things had a purpose, but now? What do you believe?