Lies, falsehoods, and anything else you want to call it because in this life we are buried by it. Bull… or so I believe it is and how I wish I could speak of my own innocence but I’m not innocent; why is it people have to stick their noses…

Life is like a fabric of many designs and colors. There is no exclusivity of uniformity and consistency. What seems factual may have to contend with its opposite. One may outweigh the other and at the same time, conflict, even when there may not be any reason to do so.

The world’s condition is because of untruths.