incoherence

voyeuristic tendencies?
how true does that hold?
who arbitrates truth and honesty?
a certain perverse exhibitionism for expression, that in the lights of immense scrutiny shuns.
what is the purpose of propeity when everyone is a closet nihilist?
then we bring ourselves down again.
what is it with everything when the source is deeply intrinsic.
it has taken so much out of us to get here.
why does it always seem that somehow when things are spoken, we doubt all over again?
are we always like that or do we become as such?
or is it altogether a faulty connection?