Vacancy

The vacant pleasantries of our unwound existence have woven time and death together in a spider web of lies.  All we know is but what we hope is true.  And truth for that matter is a mere reflex of what we've been trained to think.  Truth has no barring on the real world.  No one wants truth we want to flourish in our lies.  Lies of being handsome, wealthy...lies that will further us when truth can only hold us back.  And as the bright sun flourishes slightly clouded by haze so will my soul it will flourish slightly clouded by disgrace.  The empty loving feelings of a shell is all I have to offer.  So take me IM yours.  Vacancy