I am everywhere, but I am nowhere. I am some one, but no one. I see with my eyes, yet they lead me to believe lies. Words you speak break oceans crowds. They crash, they hammer against your mind yet the rhythm of your words reverberate through the entirety of space and time. 
They speak to me. They show me your lies. Yet I pierce through them. I climb through the cracks and show you. I piece it together, I pull it apart. I tell you your dreams yet I sleep in the shadows. 
I shape the fabric of reality, I embrace the meaning of words. Yet I am no word-smith. I am but a novice yet I try. I am a dreamer. As you are. 
I tell you lies as you tell me yours. We communicate. We dream. We wind words in to scenes and draw others in. We tell our great lies to be remembered. When we are remembered, we are lost. When we are lost, we find ourselves. And when we find ourselves, we remember. We were never forgotten, we will never be forgotten. 
For as long as we remember, we relive. And those we remember are alive, in our minds. In our hearts. In our dreams. 
That is how great lies are forged. And great lies are our great literary works. Shakespeare, J .R .R Tolkein etc. There works are all fiction brought to life through their words. Bringing forth classics that have, and will continue to stand the test of time. Whose works have been brought to life in film and other methods. I salute you and all other brilliant authors in the past, present and also well into the future