The speckles of dust riding along the sunbeams. The air is unfiltered; breathing in the lies. Sometimes, I see myself in your reflection. I recognize the emotional turmoil we keep to ourselves and allow to slip onto paper from time to time. Yes, I see you very clearly. I wonder whether you have noticed yet I wonder whether it matters.
Deception
Published by David W. Jones
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones
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