I've been thinking today about truth and lies.
I've spent so much of my life hiding truths I desperately wanted to say because others didn't want to hear them. Or even that I suspected others didn't want to hear. And having to say lies or part-lies or nothing at all instead. Or if I chose to tell the truth anyway, being punished for it without mercy or thought. That part I remember. And I carry the little flame of hate in me at all times, because of this.
But even worse, I'm discovering in my memory, are the truths forced out of me, taken from my mouth, when it would have been better for me to lie. Being forced to cough up precious pearls and watch thoughtless animals stomp them into the ground. Being coerced on pain of endless suffering to give truths away to people who had not earned it, and did not deserve it. For being forced, even, to make myself a target of abuse, because I was promised it would be even worse if I lied.
I'm done. My tongue is my own, along with my hands. I will tell truths when I wish. I will tell lies when I wish.
I was never in control of what other people did with either.
"They'll do what they were gonna do anyway." They were always going to. I am responsible for my actions. Not other people's. Not anymore.
This is a warning and a promise. Or un-promise if you'd rather. I am not a story that must be kept straight. I am not a scientific journal that must be reviewed and corrected.
I may still be correct, on purpose or accidentally. And those who pay, or have paid, the price of truth will reap their reward. But if you want only the truth and nothing else, you must look elsewhere.
watch me fly free.














