People lie. To themselves. To others. People are kind. This is a truth easily made into a lie. But what makes a lie a lie? Is it the omission of information? Censorship? Why do people feel the need to lie? Is it to protect themselves from others? Is it to protect others from themselves? Is it to protect themselves from themselves? Is it to protect others? Why is it the truth is cruel but better than lies? People prefer soft and pretty things, don’t they? And the truth can feel so harsh. But we love the truth. After all, we love the ideal of being honest and good. But the moment we hear it, we shutter our ears. We don’t like it. But it is so prized, so valued. And lies can cut too. But it is like a festering wound; You may make it dirty by lying more. Draining it will hurt too, like the truth. And the infection may continue to spread. So, what is the value in these words? /The girl cracks open a worn leather-bound notebook, flipping through the pages. She stops at a page, tracing the words. She picks up her pen./ Both the truth and the lie are important, as words have value. But what kind of value it holds is up to the ones who watch and listen to the meanings behind them to decide.
This was inspired by this really cool song called Tsuki Nomizo Shiru. There is a version with English subs on youtube which is where i got the idea from.
