There Is No Spoon (Full Of Sugar)Nothing is so uncomfortable as the truth.
I muse on this whilst again facing the possibility that I may indeed be the sole architect of this my current predicament. "They" call that enlightenment. I call it poor taste.
I have long been of the opinion that truth can be toxic in its purest form & should more often than not be preceded by a healthy dose of anaesthetic...
This pearl of wisdom forgotten, slipped my mind somehow. I imagined you able to hear. Able to understand that to me the world is seldom in solid values of black & white.
...How wrong I was.
I just found this. Written exactly a year ago to the day.
How notable that here we are again. 365 days & these words fit like a glove.