Olga Buzova not afraid to confess a lie

You know what we do most often? Lie! Lie that a crowd had accumulated in our environment, patch holes in our souls and a feeling of emptiness like leaves but emptiness inside and the crowd outside on this feeling does not affect. We lie that each of us is free, but inside you know that every someone is fixated and someone is bound. We assure everyone around, that we have forgotten all our past, former, but that’s a lie, we remember each one to himself admitted. We are loving, lying, do not believe in love and deny its presence, and in the meantime caused her to go crazy. We lie that some people have gone out of our lives and trace it from them gone, but know, after they trampled down whole paths that we never let go. We lie that killing time is not with those, we’re good, but we all know what is in the soul of the gap from the lost time and the feeling of dirt on the soul and the body. We lie, smiling widely, deliberately denying yourself and what nights wring us from the inner pain. We used to lie. We were so comfortable. And damn, what’s with the bitterness inside when no one sees the smile from his face disappears by itself.