I remember when truth and honesty were a serene entity
that I could wrap myself in the comfort of
I would breath lightly in pure knowing.
and know love and peace.
and dream in shades of satisfaction,
no matter the state of damage that this knowing had caused.
because for me, ignorance was torture, not bliss.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
I remember when truth and honesty were a serene entity
that I could wrap myself in the comfort of
I would breath lightly in pure knowing.
and know love and peace.
and dream in shades of satisfaction,
no matter the state of damage that this knowing had caused.
because for me, ignorance was torture, not bliss.
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