the Weight of Life and the Burden of Truth
When my truth becomes uncomfortable truth to you, we start to feel uncomfortable though we don’t owe each other anything. When my truth becomes an uncomfortable story to you, we start to feel uncomfortable though we owe each other nothing. I never knew that telling the truth, telling the reality, would make such an uncomfortable relationship between you and me. As I live until now, I have grown to know that when I speak the truth, when I speak the reality, I have to keep my eyes on your heart, toward your mind, without anyone’s knowing it, without anyone’s knowing it, to whisper down my voice. When telling the truth, when telling the reality, Now I know that I should not talk too loud or too hard, after a lot of separation, after a lot of pain. When telling the truth, when telling the truth, I know that only when I am sure that my truth will not distort your future and mine, should I whisper toward your heart, at mindlessness, closing my heart, lowering my v