What if the only way that keeps you moving in this peculiar world is through lying? What if the only thing that's left in you is a lie? And what if a lie is the only avenue you could be you as you want? Would you not lie?

Using lies as the foundation of my greatest fantasies in life have been my company for almost years. I couldn't deny the fact that it has been a tough battle between being honest and being the other way around, wherein, the former seems to be the virtue that is delectable to the society. Floundering to deal with the truth, when the truth seems to be the deadliest weapon that could possibly kill me; not being bold enough to face the reality of the situation, where the reality strangles me with those thousands of unacceptable facts; and, the abeyance of those numerous consequences that would come of being honest, that's when honesty will surely make things convoluted — are the reasons that makes a lie a great escape from my miseries. But bluntly to say, living with lies burdens it all.

Having those lies makes me imbecile. I could not walk with so much confidence knowing...