The sad part about the so called reality is that everybody is rushing to shut himself in an illusion. What's so real about that, i'm a cynic yet you are more cynical than me in your actions i'm always wondering what part is Real and what's not and what's fabricated ? But the only way i got to know all of that it's to look at you in the eyes and you would not be able to lie to me cause i lied to myself so many years to find out that nobody can lie to me now. In those moment i really like irony cause you can no longer delude yourself when i look at you in your entirety and you know what, you really seem empty