Words are wonderes and have their ways. The truth is what you believe and can change. A msk of lies hidden beneath the truth. That would of been a nice way to summarize, but it's a great place to start. Ideas are endless only as they are ideas. Once you attempt to test or evaluate them, it stops becoming an idea and turns into a truth. We are all here on a fact finding mission, that's life. The facts we find, believe, or even evade- are what make us who we are. Each personality is diffrent, and I'm not talking about the front which you put up for people.
People will see you as you present yourself. How many layers of presentation you forsee. A lie within a lie within a lie… just to present a truth. Key element may include silence or the illusion of understanding. Even though I know what's going on around me I'm not involved in it. Quiet isn't quite the word I'm looking for. I'm not sure which word I can use to describe it. Solitary seems to alone and I don't feel alone. It might be a combination of diffrent things that I hope show through my writing style. I'm not sure that's even possible.
Especially since my whole life is based on what others think, do, act, ect. Some people have greater effects than others. The greatest person effecting my life so far has been my dad. Without a dout, much of which is me is from him. However he's not alone. Sometimes that makes me feel I'm not myself, but in truth the combination of everyone who affects me makes my who I am. Yet, I don't believe I'm easy to mold or change. Strangle enough there is one thing that's my own - my writing - my flow -- never ending thought under control. Every time I write I feel a little free, just that much more chain is given to me. Yea it's a huge deal that I'm hiding under annonaminity, but otherwise this writing would be a facade of lies. I don't think I can write without the truth by my side.
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