This one just kind of appeared, but I do like it. I have literally no idea where it came from, but it’s here and it’s good, so…
The world is nothing more than an elaborate game of make-believe. I pass the neighbours on my way to the newsstand to check the paper. They’re a family of three, playing house like a couple of five year olds, a happy little lie. The headlines are the same ones they’ve been for a year, politicians swearing up and down that they know what they’re doing, turning a blind eye to the fact that the earth’s slowly setting itself on fire. At work Clara pretends to work because she loves it while calculating how many hours she has to work today keep her stomach from gnawing a hole through her body. Jake hides a broken past behind a smile and a coffee mug filled with whiskey. I clock out early, mumbling something that’s as far from the truth as I can get, and meet you down by the river. We lay down in the grass and when I asked you if you were comfortable, you lied and smiled your answer. That night, for just a moment, I let myself pretend you loved me. We let our lies hang in the air as I fell asleep in your arms. When I woke up, you were gone.