Truth arrives in odd, uncertainties there's alot..
However for lies, it give reasons that one like..
To you i was frank, brought me problem in the end..
Yet never did i tell a lie, for i know it might make you cry..

Que sera sera..

Casual random thoughts are freeing my worries.. Giving me alot of space to resume writing/composing some of my rubbish.. Mind me not for the unsharpen poems, or notion if you deem unworthy..

Simply like the therapeutic effect to bits..

When you have eliminated the impossible,
whatever remains, pausibly improbable,
must be the truth..