The truth is silent.
Dormant.
Covered with deceit and false pretences.
Like a sunflower hiding its petals from the searing
darkness.
And then it will emerge.
Dusting off the layers of nothingness to find a hoard of
shattered pieces.
Not belonging to anyone. Just lying there waiting to be discovered.
And discarded again.
Because the truth doesn’t mend.
It destroys.
