I cannot turn lies intotruths. Though I do notknow what's truth and what's a lie. But I know whatpains me is truth, and the liesare that lie in you, unspoken.Speaking truth always, Iended up being empty. We neverfulfill our desires. Neither could I.Could it be, what I supposed was truth, in fact, was a lie? The phantom
watching our lies, leading us to truth,
perhaps, answers our uncertainties.