She replies demurely when I ask who she is as she fumbles in front of the door. My neighbour who was once my lover, and whose heart I shattered in the moans of another. What happened to your sister? I ask, dread creeping upon me. Why have I only now asked the question? The sibling replies, staring at me with eyes with wise eyes.

My truth, upside-down living. This upside-down way of living. But then I wonder,. The concept of conscience must mean that deep down, within. We all know the truth. I conclude that We are sometimes, not strong enough to accept truth. These illusion, the attraction of evil, the little time of fun we get out of it,.