It is so clear to me, the meaning of my written word. In awful cursive that a grade school teacher would shriek over, in typed words on my Dell, and on tediously scripted posts on my iPhone I attempt to portray my thoughts and feelings. Sometimes I fail; life is full of such moments. I step over them and do not pay them much mind other than a brief pause to call myself a moron. And in that moment of honesty I smile because I know that with myself I am always truthful. I am far too lazy to lie to myself. Much easier is it to lie to others.