Most truths are lies.

Most truths are lies. Every day they came up to me and divulge a truth or two. I know most of these truths are fantastic lies. But we are made to believe thus, slowly and gradually increasing the level of believable factors. I was a kid then, there were no barriers to love. Now, no love without barriers. Love was true then, now it’s a lie.
Once in a while, I comfort myself to hear good lies as obvious truths.
May be these lies will help me unmask me.