Detached observer Stories

The moment we’re cut out of the womb… the lies begin. Love. Kindness. Happily ever after. Then, we inevitably scrape our knees. Pain, licks and smacks its lips as it introduces itself. That scar upon our knees serves as a precursor of what’s to come. Liars, selfish cowards and cretins cleverly disguised… All around. Try as you might, you will not avoid them all. You can look forward to being touched by many of these vapid...