the truth with truth

she said, ommissions are betrayal. there is no truth in an unspoken truth.

i half-ignored her. i was watching the rain danced while the lightning struck a pose. there is something so collective and yet separate about the two.

she continued, but what if nobody was asking? would you tell your opponent what your cards are before the need to do so when playing poker?

would you? , i asked her.

she looked at me and i saw the reflection of lightning in her eyes. the most beautiful i have ever seen. if it is a game, of course not.

and if it isn’t a game?

she smiled at me, jumped out of the window and danced in the rain. everything is a game ,she shouted just before the lightning consumed her.

the thunder roared.


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