When I write, part of my process is projecting my consciousness into another, albeit fictional, being. Much of what I write sounds like it is about me about you about us, but in reality it is about Them. The characters. In my most recent post, I had abstract feelings of negativity and was feeling down. One of the most awful, negative and betraying things I can think of, to me personally, is lying and deceit. So, I channeled that along with a projection of myself into a liar as a way of venting off general negativity. Someone who lies all the time must be lonely, and empty inside. They aren't truthful themselves, so must question everything about themselves and others, until they curl up into a ball and retreat. The poem is actually incredibly simple and literal. I was going to take it a step further and start projecting into a person who lies so much that they can no longer distinguish the truth from a lie, and to the point where they themselves don't even realize they're
