Not A Complete Lie But A Half TruthI can't float on a half truth and can't even drown as it's not a complete lie!Those shimmers peeped in my room from the cracks of long white sheets gowning the windows and very smoothly the golden threads reached my frame and capered on my eyelids, demanding me to open them. As soon as my vision came to me the first thing I saw was a cute little butterfly, it was a camouflage, but I could easily make it out as it flipped its little wings slowly for me to see the bright