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31 October 2009

The Whirlpool

Have you ever told so many lies that you eventually forgot the truth? Have you ever forgotten who you truly are?  Quite frankly, I didn't even know that such things were possible...
...until now...

          Within months, she had become completely submerged in the whirlpool of lies she had created, going deeper and deeper until she finally could not see light anymore.  The lies pried at her; she tried to push them away, but had no success.  They ate her mind until nothing was left but a swirling mess of lies.  
          She could no longer tell the difference between true and false, reality and fantasy, fiction and nonfiction.  Everything became the same.  Everything was real.  And the whirlpool just kept on spinning.


  1. How true this is! :)

    Beautiful Dreamer

  2. I know the feeling of being in the center of a life of spiraling lies,
    closing in tighter and tighter until unable to move forward, to see past so many,

    breathless, with nothing but a thin hope of truth,
    then finally, the light was there

    from the explosion within, as the soul flickered out like the last amber on a summer nights blaze,
    she walked out as the last bits of life in me died.