lies

I lie. Its my only weakness in the world of sin.

For different reasons, mainly to entertain myself and others. I lie when events unfolding in the strict confines of my imagination, beg a release. And that release can only be into the outside world. I have to let them free, so they can feed on reactions and comments of my unsuspecting audience, and blossom.

Lying was my pastime as a child. Everyday, on my way home from school, I would make up stories to entertain my mother.

The urge is much less now, but I don't know whether to attribute that to the realisation of right and wrong or my fast dwindling imagination.