What if everything we knew, everything we were taught were nothing more but a puddles of lies?
What if instead we were all game pieces? And somebody was behind each of our moves, controlling us and guiding us to the places we are all at now?
What if everything that happened was nothing more but just a piece of the game?
What if everything we knew was nothing more but lies and this isn't actually reality?
And this is instead just the piece of the game?
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
Short Storya book that is just my thoughts, influenced by many, but decided to write them down on a piece of simple internet paper. Whispers #758 Short Stories on 6.15.14
