Truth is like an aching tooth that never gets treated. It throbs and pains. Begs to be pulled out. But it stays put until its decay overcomes all.
Words in our heads mean something. Scrambled like ancient code, betraying an infinite logic. Or dancing in harmony like fickle snowflakes in the wind. But when those words pour out, truth is never what it is. It’s in chains of evolution, and of devolution. It’s caged like a helpless animal, erasing its existence with every passerby’s transgression.
We simmer in hatred but we sprout out love. We boast of knowledge but we swim in an ocean of ignorance. We appreciate with our words, but our eyes show venom. We smile with our eyes, but cry with our hearts. We seek the truth, but dig graves of deceit. Life is like a court of law. Anything can be the truth if you can prove it. While the biggest facts of life are reduced to rubble, because no one believes your version of the story. Conspiracies thrive on the bloodline of falsified facts. No one can tell what is and isn’t. The more farfetched and ridiculous a notion is, the closer it hits home. The simple mantra of life and death obediently steps down from its throne of subservience. There is no room for the simple truths. Doors only open to knocks of the distorted, the gory and the abominable.
We all have our own truth. A truth that is another person’s lie. A fact that is another person’s fiction. The sun’s majestic embrace equals the moon’s nightly glow. All happens at the same time, behind a different curtain, amid another sky. The colors of the absolute fade in the encompassing relativity. Yet we find ourselves in a battleground each day. A war for the truth. A war against the truth. Murdering each other on the pretext of a feeble cause. Black vs. White. Good Vs. Bad. Wrong vs. Right. What’s not the truth? What’s not a lie?
Truth be told that truth can never be told.