surprised by the truthful answer? and by surprised, i mean slightly ashamed.

when did it become almost shameful to rely on feelings and emotion? why are those tendencies the innate eccentricities always
begging for an explanation or logical trapdoor?

i rely on my instincts.
my reactions to specific people or situations are
exact and absolute. 
does this make me the ultimate cynic?

the depths of our collective intellect align honesty with
ignorant judgement, affect with the weakness of fools. 
integrity becomes a perilous journey of intent.
hope succumbs to the increasing weight.

would you risk it all to stand for something greater?

i believe in the vulnerability of people
i believe in the safety of lies
i believe in love and acceptance
i believe in the power of hate