Simple Complications

Don't laugh na it's called perspective jeez So recently, my close-to-the-heart long thumb nail got stuck in the elevator and chipped off at the edge. I could've easily took a file and carefully shaped it around the cut, to avoid further wreckage of my beloved nail. Obviously, because turns out hurting myself is one of my hobbies, I clearly did not. Fast forward to two days later, the chipped nail had made its way to its death, and I still, did not do anything about it. More often than not, things that you know love the most, end up hurting you a lot. You'd think it must be easy having so many people who love and cherish you, sometimes you may not see it, and when you do, it's hard ripping off that damn bandage. You need to let go of that thing that used to mean so much to you for so long. You've grown up together, and now you're growing apart. It sucks, but it's okay. You'll be stuck with  broken nail for a while, it'll definitely not mat...

Amidst the tall dark trees and green mossy grass, within the fresh smell of a heavily poured rain on mud, and wrapped in the charming sounds of animals. You think it rests. You think it is given birth, and it finds its prey, one after the other. Captivating their souls and taking command of their actions. You think it doesn't let go until it's hurt everyone around them, mentally and physically and emotionally. You think once it's done with that job, it captivates another, and yet another, until there is no good person left. You could not be more wrong. They don't lie within the woods or amidst the smell. They live within you. You bring out the worst in people. You show them their insecurities like they're a joke. You cast them out like the trash. No, you're the trash. You change them as per your needs, like they're a piece of clothing you own. You don't accept them, and you use it like its an excuse to make them "the better version of themselves....

The thing about lies is that, we're supposed to hate it. We've been taught to hate it. We've been told that it's they worst thing ever, and that we should never feed our hearts to it. To the pleasure of lying. We've been told that it's a drug, that once you lie, you can never stop. And to this date, even a little lie that did nobody any harm, can make us feel guilty. Truth on the other hand, it's supposed to be the one on our side, it's supposed to claim the closure our soul yearns. The truth is supposed to calm us, bring us peace. Peace, something we've forgotten is supposed to play a big role in our lives. The truth about truth is that, it sucks. There's a long journey between the time we learn this truth, and the time it finally calms us, and not cry at the thought of it. Lies, even though they're bad for us, they feed on our happiness. They pretend to keep us happy, build this wall, that trap the parts of us that make us unha...