The haze reminds me:
Of my future, how I can't seem to make out what's ahead;
Of honesty, how hard it is to differentiate them from lies;
Of friends, how true their friendships really are;
Of myself, how I may not be what I'm perceived to be.
I could be as optimistic and always looking at perspectives on the brighter side;
I could be as liberal-minded and be accepting towards everything;
I could write in prose and not stances like this;
I could simply go to bed and dismiss all my thoughts.
Life's all about choices, and I seemed to have found affinity with negativity.
When everything seems to have fallen apart and nothing seems absolute, just who can you fall back on? Everyone, even those whom you think are your closest, appears to be on facades. Lies have become truths, and sometimes you'd rather believe in fallacies.
You begin to wonder if you have become a fake yourself.
