Some rambling to alleviate my galauness inside. I’m just feeling stuck in all aspects of my life I guess… I guess this can also be super-depressing. In a way.
There is no ultimate truth in life.
Truth can be bought.
Truth can be sold.
Truth can be borrowed.
And truth can be rented.
Stuck in between the uncertainties of truth.
Stuck between the truth and the truth.
Stuck in between the real and perceived.
Stuck between the reality and imagination.
When all is lost
When all is forgotten
What can we turn to
What is truth?