Matters Of Fact And Ficiton

Some truth, some confessions, some dreams

Some cooked up for me to feel nice
Some to make others feel not so nice

Some as nauseating as salted water
Some refreshing like seaside breeze

Some landing me on the rim of a fire ball
Some taking me off on a flight of dreams

Some like the messenger between mutes
Some like the air between parting friends

Some blinding; some binding
Some furious; some frivolous
Some short; some never ending
Some smooth; some abrupt
Some effortless flattery
Some painful hypocrisy

No, it’s not all fiction...
But never full truth either