Everybody has secrets. When I start to think about truth being revealed to fading blue eyes, a sense of doubt sets in stealing a vision of trust. A lie is the epitome of a half confession that is believed only to the dim-witted fool. I have played the part and my downfall is never learning from mistakes. Mankind does not exist in the same world for we all have a hidden place where everyday chores are transformed into perfection. I have seen beyond my realm of fantasy and have made connections with others. I can understand what I hear and live what I myself have never experienced.
March 6, 1998