Are you creating a life of fallacy?

That none of your thoughts, beliefs, faith, or interactions with others holds a single strand of verity.

Hindered from our truth by convenience and judgment.

Eyes shrouded by fabric appropriated from another’s cloth.

Layered over the last.

Identifying with a loom we are not spun from.

Blinded.

Gravitating away from what appears to be our darkness toward the patterns of antiquated sheets, appearing bright, but faded through years of misuse.

Recycled in attempt to warm us.

The sun rise does not herald a new hope.

Just another layer of warmth.

Every light provides a new lens for the dark

Patching holes with mud, afraid of the day the sun hits our skin and reveals its nature.