The truth is messy and tangled. Fiction is reality and lines are blurred. Nothing is clear when the truth gets involved. Living in a world of lies for so long is better than having the world crumble around you. Cover your head, stand in a doorway, it's all coming down because truth finally broke that sphere of lies. Surrounded by debris and dishonesty, I rebuild the world around the honesy that shattered it. The new world of truth emerges, innocent and pure. But that innocence is lost to another lie. I rebuild again. Only now I'm tired of rebuilding my home. Truth or not, I'm still all alone.