Caught

So this is what she has come to be.

So many years of riding on her high horse, thinking she was wiser than the others, so convinced that her wisdom and fear of regret would make her think twice before placing the bet, because she was so sure she was playing her cards right. You see, leaps are for fools: you've got to treat life with caution. At least, that was what she chose to believe in. Well, the jokes on her. Lies, lies, lies! That's what all of this is. Nothing but phony stories and meaningless mind-games conjured up in this make-believe fairytale she calls her life. I'm tired of denying reality, she whispers. Why? Because, instead of facing the real world, she always opts to shut herself here in this drawing room, covering the bare, white walls with stories of her own. Look, she's painting a pretty picture. And you better believe she makes sure its always pretty. In others' eyes, at least. She is ardently convinced her life would be better that way. Why show the ugly side of life? Why willfully choose to reveal the skeletons she tries so hard to keep burried? So people can think lesser of me? She scoffs at the thought. Instead, she paints, that's what she does. She paints with words. She colours her life rich with fantasies and tales of dream-come-trues. Stories that make even the most non-believing of non-believers get carried away by her words. Well. The paint...the paint is slowly chipping off. Tick-tock-tick-tock, she watches the pastels get chipped away with time. You just can't escape time. It reveals the truth. She knows she has gone too far, so disillusioned by her own lies that she doesn't even know who this artist is anymore. Ripped and shredded, the painting is torn down by the very same hands that gave it life. She is angry. How did she let herself get this way? 

Now everything is gone. The walls are closing in on her, and she cannot fit behind her lies anymore. The murals of fantasies and tales of dream-come-trues vanish. Disappeared the very same time her conscience returned. The four walls around her are now bare and white again. No more. No more. No more, she tells herself. She shakes her head, and takes a deep long breath. It is time to come clean. Now...where do I begin?

This is the place where memories lie.