Palter

Being too eager to have faith in those who don’t necessarily deserve it is my grandest flaw. I am too susceptible to truths that do not exist, to whispers that mutate into maddening deceptions.

With touch, comes knowledge, but without it, one is always left in the dark, left to wander amongst the shadows and peek through the iron grail that separates fact from fiction. He is not mine, but simply an illusion of blood and bone, the largest lie of all.

I place no blame, I point no fingers, I play no melody of melancholy. That was a battle I lost years past and to revisit such sorrow would only be foolish and self destructive, a means to an end. No, not end, release.

Freedom has a price under any banner.