Our False Reality

We see what we want to see. In everything. And when good things happen, we smile, we laugh, we make a memory of them. But deep down inside, we're begging for things to not collapse as is the inevitable outcome. And when it does collapse, we tell ourselves "it's not as bad as it seems" because we honestly want to believe it's not as bad as it seems. We want to believe the lie we created that things are alright and will always be alright. Without realizing that things are a shabby patch-up of what we hope to be a happy ending. But eventually we get tired of pretending and we see through our false reality to see that nothing is alright. And there are no happy endings. Only good moments that are followed by an empty ache that can only be filled with more pretty lies.