shadows

and now the bloom is faded from the rose
as the maidenly blush from the virginal cheek
and we pass the salt across the table
with the empty gentleness of weary habituation

there crawled...

it's the idea that whatever ideas i hold are indestructible incontrovertible truth. therefore, if you disagree, you are the lie.

i have seen this more than twice. i am a witness, even in the traditional sense.

but what can i do? if i argue, i am heretic. and if i am silent, i condone.

is it that horrible to believe that we all see our reflections through a poorly crafted bronze mirror? my ideas are only mine. and the same for yours.

maybe that is the forbidden fruit, beautiful on the outside yet rotten on the vine, the belief that i am not blind, that i am not in darkness, that i am rich beyond belief.

yellow wood

the thing about honesty is that you can't really do it half-way. at least, i can't do it half-way.

and so i have to decide which way i want to go. am i ready to face the consequences of honesty?