Denial is amazing.
You manage to trick yourself into believing something in a certain way and you get totally encompassed in that belief. It becomes your truth that everything else answers to, rather than a well constructed cocoon you seal tightly around yourself. And you go on, soldier on without blinking, safe and warm and fuzzy inside, protected.
Denial is a bitch.
Because there will come a time when it will fall away and crumble, the masks, the charades. There will be a moment of recognition and it will be over then. Denial is a bitch because it doesn’t last.
Why do all my stories re-write themselves?
(first published on 2 February 2010)
You manage to trick yourself into believing something in a certain way and you get totally encompassed in that belief. It becomes your truth that everything else answers to, rather than a well constructed cocoon you seal tightly around yourself. And you go on, soldier on without blinking, safe and warm and fuzzy inside, protected.
Denial is a bitch.
Because there will come a time when it will fall away and crumble, the masks, the charades. There will be a moment of recognition and it will be over then. Denial is a bitch because it doesn’t last.
Why do all my stories re-write themselves?
(first published on 2 February 2010)
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