the black lie

hidden question

I won't tell you a lie. 

Even if they tell you a lie about me; if they act like they know the truth, what matters is you can see the essence of my true me.

Even if they believe that I am a writer, a lover , something that makes people in this world view you as a dreamer or a mistaken realist- one could say a really  skeptic guy. 

But that is all a lie.

Or maybe it's not, or maybe it's  possible I have two minds.

Or I am just caught in between-Is that me trying to tap into my third eye?

Sorry I asked something that could lead to a lie, I think I just told a lie.

Because out of all the darkness that fills voids and takes my thoughts, like black holes.

I am curious enough to pick up a pen and write away;

The laws that keep the subconscious state from being trapped in the logic of the mind. 

I am a bird seeing the world flat from the sky- 

My mind sees infinite words appear before my naked eye; 

So like an artist I paint them,

like a testament to god they arise from nothing,

like the creator I give them patterns that show the imaginative mind other worlds and Universes;

I explore sometimes when I stare too long and too deep inside your brown eyes.

In the form of fragile emotions and juicy sex.

My universe and her energy are somewhere in there.

Hidden behind this beautiful smile and sensitive skin. For some moments I am The spell writer, 

caught in the breath of love and it's madness,

but most of all, 

I am the happiest man alive.

Now tell me if that's the truth, or another black lie?