Denial was a weapon; it killed truth, numbed the mind, and I was a junkie.

I drifted for what felt like hours. Neither of us spoke; we knew better. Peace like this came rarely and was as fragile as a child's smile.

I thought of the brutal truths so often borne on predawn light. I'd had a few in my time, and they'd all led to this. I was a stranger to myself. I'd gone to l…

I thought of my own wife's tears and her limp submission the night before - the bleak satisfaction I took from her smallness as I used her shamelessly. She's c…

Yet still we hug the dear deceit.

Sanity can take one of two forms: That of either ignorance, or denial.

Your denial is beneath you, and thanks to the use of hallucinogenic drugs, I see through you.