The craziness of life. Its funny how the life that we work so hard to build is destroyed by our own creations. Maybe funny isn't the correct word. Maybe sad, maybe ironic. Irony can be so ironic sometimes.
In our current social situations, trust is fragile item, a paper thin comforter that we try to cover up with when the cold winds and rain of life hit upon us, when we take off our masks and stop the masquerade, when we put down our swords and wait for the healing.
In the quest for reasoning and Truth in a world designed to confuse, when is it enough? Do you completely trust the person laying beside you at night, the one you confess love to? Is love possible without trust, are the two things seperate?
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