Flow of unrestrained thought, from ones mouth to another’s ears. Careful, calculated words, but perhaps not careful enough…It shows. Blatant lies where dignity comes die. Stray ones face, steady one’s smile. Don’t let them know, that you know. But they know…They all know. As much as one wishes to be a faceless man, one cannot mask the eyes. Eyes bleed the truth, one simply has to look close and coalesce the threads of reality and watch as attempted illusions are cast away.
Being cautious as this note is being written; not to let it show. Hide the words, hide the thoughts. Thought crime is unbecoming. One strand at a time. Words come together to record the thoughts. Utter few words…move the focus. Crack a joke….that ought to do it. “What are you doing?”… Carefully adjust the screen, beyond the inquisitor’s eye line. “Nothing, much”. “aww…your typing is sweet”…that was it. Success! Drastic posture change. That was too close.
Heavy rain outside the window. Plants bellowing left, right and centre. It has been a while. The dry clay let off a sigh of relief. Petrichor. Steady one’s mind. Why? Why the lies? What possible motive could they have? Do they not trust me? Is that it? They had known that I saw through the illusion. They knew I would. So why? Was that really the truth? It cannot be. Too trivial. There exists no person with such petty sense of reality. There couldn’t. One cannot possibly be so up in arms over… Perhaps I’m thinking too much…like I always do. Time to calm my thoughts; get to the bottom of it…end this lunacy…