The Truth

Someone asked me if i wanted to know "the truth". I said i knew the truth already, but in fact i don't. I just don't want to hear the things i'm afraid of hearing.

The truth stings at first, but eventually you just get numbed and it doesn't matter anymore. You choose to leave the gaping wound alone and hope that the invisible stitches of time will suture it up soon enough.

Looks like this is gonna be another long night for me.

At least i have my bombay sapphire.