Schizoid's point of view

Even when the weather gets better she cannot touch the sky. She closes her eyes and tries to see the world through her souls' eyes. She tries to see the world's lies in a different light. She tries to understand. Understand why she has been lied to for all those sleepless nights and mornings full of bright sunlight.

She has figured out already there's no answer, there's no excuse for a lie, although she keeps on thinking why. She keeps on asking herself questions one can find no answers to. She makes herself even more confused and she starts not to believe and trust even herself. The entire whole world consists of a nicely served terrible lie. And the danger of trying to find the truth appears to her clearly.

The more she tries to discover, to find the truth, the more she understands she has been lied to. And the bottom of that lie is where one would think the truth would be. But the truth does not exist any more. It has been covered but sweet white lies. Yours, mine, his, hers. And those we cannot understand and who pull the strings, too.

But now she does not care about the world's lies. She is trying to work out why she deserves your lies. But after a while she is not bothered any more.

She just wants to touch the sky...

[The Spinnaker Tower, Portsmouth]