Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

I’m so very tired; I don’t want to open my eyes, until I remember that I can’t.

A lot of people would think I have a dream job, but nightmares are dreams too.

People are not mirrors—they don’t see you how you see yourself.

True. How people see you can always be surprising. But now I take that vision and use it to my advantage

I’ve been returned to my factory settings as a human being, rather than a human doing.

We are all made of flesh and stars, but we all become dust in the end. Best to shine while you can.