how close to the line do you get without crossing it?

how are you tricking yourself? there are questions that i rarely have constant answers to and somehow i’m still drawn to trust you. because at this point i wouldn’t know what to do if i didn’t. just when i thought that the leaves had maybe settled, the wind came back. i can’t tell if it was real but i need to start learning how to sort the truths from the lies. if you let yourself, it’s almost always the lies that overcome. why is that? maybe because we weren’t made to do it alone, or because in our own strength little is actually possible. i need to keep fighting. and the difference between now and before is that hope crept in and changed everything.