2018

13/365

Sometimes the things you see are only a lie. Because you only see what you want to see, but not the things that are actually in front of your eyes. It's as you would hide from the truth, because you know that it has the power to hurt you and you don't wanna be hurt again.

So you build up a world out of lies, with a lying smile, lying words and lying actions. Because as long as you won't look the truth in the eyes, everything seems to be okay. You seem to be brave, to be strong. You start to like this kind of yourself, the fighting one, but you also start to forget who you actually are.

You forget that it's okay to see your world breaking, because you can build something new out of the ruins, you can build the world you have ever dreamed of. But if you still imagine this perfect – lying – world, you will never be able to build new things out of the ruins of the truth, because you resist seeing it.

{13.01.18 / 18:03}

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Ich weiß, das ist keine Poesie und auch kein deutscher Text, aber irgendwie war mir gerade danach. Ich liebe englische Texte einfach.