I am a liar.
A liar who seeks truth in a world of marionettes wired to societal archetypes. A masked crusader hiding behind his face, transcending masquerades.
I am stubborn.
A man vocal about his opinions, standing his ground against stereotypical perspectives and religious conservatism.
I am a coward.
Agitated by judgemental eyes and voices, hiding behind words, seeking refuge in pain and agony, running from anxiety and restlessness.
I write. I don’t write. I lie about writing.
I’m alive. I’m living. I lie about life.