It Could Have Been A Sweet Dream.

Not a beautiful nightmare.

There is something to be said about people who believe lies. They could simply be naive individuals who only see the good in people, or those who decide not to choose between right and wrong and basically take everything as they come. Or maybe they just don't mind being taken for a fool.

But there is even more to be said about people who believe in lies. The difference is that you know it's the biggest lie you have heard but you still believe it for the sake of something.

And this is the worse of the two, when you knowingly choose to take the wrong path.

This is where the problem starts. Despite the knives and flaming torches coming straight at you, you continue to march down this road for some spectacular reason that means so much more to you than open wounds and burning lacerations.

You don't mind having to go through all this mess, because you can see the golden miracle at the end of the journey. Neither do you even stop and take a break from it somewhere along the middle, because you just can't lose your footing. And you can't give up either. Because you are always going to be just so close to the end of it.

But what you don't realise is the real length of this journey. No one told you that this path is indefinite. Just when you think the finish line is right behind those shrubs, there lies a longer, more treacherous path to travel.

So what now? You're doomed to walk this path for all eternity?

Not really.

The only way to get out of it is by mental death, when you realise finally that there is no end to the suffering. Or you could simply 'not duck' when that speeding bullet comes straight at your forehead.

And she took it like a fighter.

When everyone else thought the coast was clear, it came at her from an invisible gun that was the reason she began on this path in the first place.

And you know what the saddest thing is?

The entire thing was a lie. The path was a lie. The wounds were a lie. Even that bullet was a lie.

It's like walking through thin air, and being killed by a dream.

So it's time to come back to reality. To step back from the carnage and look at what you had done and why you had done it. And hopefully morph yourself into something that you're not and avoid the miserable lies that slither throughout your life.

Because people don't change.

And neither do lies.

Cheers.