The Awful Truth

I guess... the truth at moments is the resource that you want to hide or at try to ignore... but when it hit back against us... how much pain can it produce.

I realize that at moments lying to myself and trying to convince myself that the "situation" around that person is ok, is blindly admitting that I'm scared of knowing and actually facing that consequences.

But it punctures even deeper every attempt of me to ignore that truth, as I read in a lovely qoute that actually was carved into my soul I was caught up on those words: "Falsehood has an infinity of combinations, but truth has only one mode of being."

One mode, one way.... hmmmm... there is nothing more to it...