Was it true or was it a lie

I need to know about this life

Reason to the conflicts

Is the emptiness in our life

No time for the exits

Once come around have to go around

With the results of our brains

Universe of our system

Is the answer for ourselves

Don’t we ever learn about this

Or

Is it a matter of fact we don’t want to learn about it

What is the question we got waited for an answer

This started out as a journal after getting sober from a long addiction, I slept a lot after quitting and had a long and on going series of dreams, so after I played the game Final Fantasy 12 again, I came up with a fictional sub-story, and decided not just to write a journal but add confessional bits to a meta-fiction piece. The second part is mostly a factual essay about the drugs I used, and how my love for horror movies helped me recover, I then introduced some characters of mine that I totally love, some of that is recycled from an earlier work (I may not do that rewrite, the finished work was on files I lost to a broken PC and all I have are hard copies of the rough draft.) There are fresh parts too. The third section is about Buddhism, but the fiction is a little more dominant there. I have not started on a fourth section, but it will probably be about my skateboarding years when I fantasized about actual surfing.