They speak of lies as if they know truth. They speak of lies as if their brains weren't hardwired as simple dot-to-dot machines, the genius they were born with removed by years of "education." My brain is still able to make those creative leaps you lost, and so what I speak of is truths your neural network cannot find a path to. So trust me by instinct instead. I imagine your speaking as writing in a book, and then I burn it to ash. Because either it burns or I do, and I choose me, I choose to trust my creative gift.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 4, 2019*.

He told me he loved me and found ways to become physically close, chipping away at he emotional layers of protection only so that he could do the same with my clothing. Yet I was only entertainment to this man, someone to take for a "test drive," or worse still, "a joy ride," not caring if I was left a burnt out wreck at the end. His pale skin against his red scarf once made my heart leap, yet now I see it as if I was my own mother, protective for the lonely girl I was.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 11, 2019.

"A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine and the lies go down, man. The soft art of the great teacher to weave the new into the old and help the brain to learn can be mimicked by the liars. They speak softly, use common wisdom and slide the lie right in."

"So how do you tell who's who?"

"No king runs when fear comes knocking, no queen nor warrior neither. A master who requires a whip is no master at all. The hero will sacrifice the self if needed, brave and wise. True leaders lead because people trust them enough to want to follow them. The liar will mimic, be a peacock in every parade, yet be careful to keep a whip in case the mask falls."


"You're absolutely beautiful." he said to me.

And I've never met anyone so . . . wrong.

He's wrong, he's so wrong, he's more wrong than an upside-down raindow.

But everything he's ever told me has always been right.

But he's also a liar and a horrible, horrible human being and I don't know if I care that he's right, or because it's so wrong, or because I'm desperate for some semblance of recognition in this world.

No one has ever said anything like that to me before, because it's not true.

By trent553, August 19, 2017.