Knots
A brazen lie feels like somebody spitting in your face. Betrayal leaves you ruminating with resentment. The worst thing about being stabbed in the back is having to trust someone to pull the knife out. Loyalty is arbitrary and once broken it cannot be fixed. I've watched them try to skew images I clearly see. They have made me undermine my own intellect, disregard my observations. My confrontation is not an attack, it is a challenge. I have watched them walk away so I no longer chase answers, the truth reveals itself gradually and morbidly. I have watched them bring down the guillotine and cry when the head rolls, you call yourself a victim and you're responsible for the toll. They have harbored contempt for yearning souls. They have embraced death with an indifferent cold and I'm left in awe. Does any of it matter to them at all. They rationalize experiences selfishly with feigned empathy. They use pretentious jargon and feigned knowledge of the human condition to force a...
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