Born Liars

 

We are born liars; with stories filling the gaps between our teeth, between our fingers, and our brain hemispheres. Waiting to bleed on the blank pages of every day we're bound to live. Waiting for the right moment, the right person and the right place. Waiting for the perfect alliance of constellations to pour out all the lies we've waited to tell, all the stories we've made up and all the wrong things to say.  Stories about the wolf, about the red riding hood about Robin Hood the nobel thief; as if we live them. And maybe we do! Or maybe we are them! The wolf with the heart that never howls back. The shallow minded girl with the pretty smile. The young and prejudice digging through stranger’s pockets for love.  There’s always a story to tell, behind it, between it, underneath it or above it; a lie! And that’s all because we only know how to tell the truth by making things up.