When someone becomes accustomed to lying to you…
When you become accustomed to lying to yourself…
Words…can shape and twist, and form into polite little nuances deemed appropriate for even the most discerning pair of ears.
But then what?
After the clock strikes three does Pinocchio go home to avoid revealing his nose?
What if Pinocchio’s nose never alters?
Without any physical signs of falter he’s left deliberating with his own conscience.
…And if left up to him…
Who’s heart would he save from hurt of his words?
Especially if he could now safely bend the truth…
To salvage both.
So he thinks.
But the signs…