One time.. just once.. I would like a day when those who live an exercise in fear and guilt find the courage to jump off that dead horse thus freedom of a simpler life..
People all through our specie’s brilliant yet somehow sad histories seem totally buggered into lying fearfully.. such an impression they must think to make.. and such a disappointment for those who thought it truth when such mouth owners speak naught but lies to the caring.. to those so principled in love..
(could it be boredom?) perhaps a symptom of some infantile scar that still holds such power over one obviously grown to physical size to remain one very small.. does one lie make all utterances from liars lies?..
In the undeniable area of muscle memory.. I think so.. until they recognize themselves for themselves.. for as maturity is self-awareness.. only those overcomplicated liars can free themselves.. to shine in simple loving truth..
They do.. of course know what they knew as an unspoiled infant and child.. if only such purity lent an undeniable standard..