I write lies
I write stories, some are complete bollocks, a handful of lies. But they are good lies, lies that tell the truth that is hidden under my skin. Lies that I owe to other people to put on paper, lies that I write better than I live them. Because, somewhere in the darkness of their soul, there are people who need these lies, stories, someone for whom a well written story brings hope or comfort in their lives. I’m not saying that my stories do so, they are far from it, but that’s what they do for me.
The world is a more peaceful place when you create something that there wasn’t there before.
December 1, 2011 2:01 am
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