Dynamics of Friends in Love and Art

There is “the thing”. And “the thing” is created by beautiful people.
The world, of course, gets a wee bit rocky. Smiles masquerade on the surface. An air of “Heal, soothe, love...and keep secrets” permeates - simultaneously upholding beauty while mitigating truth. Interesting dichotomy. No need to share the extraneous info that may cause a friend pain. Stay strong. Protect the friendships, the people.
And a pattern of not being honest about emotions and actions and a lack of communication (save for the sake of creation) is established.
But a line is crossed. More negativity seeps in.
Protect friends – and certainly “the thing!” This will all soon be smoothed over and when all is said and done the negativity will seem trivial the love will prevail and we will still all have “the thing.”
And another line is crossed.
Denial. Denial for the sake of needing concrete proof prior to a firm accusation? Or denial simply for the sake of protecting the friendship?
Some people might not deserve protecting…but oh “the thing!” And there was once love here…. Fuck love. A line was crossed. Stop protecting. But, oh, “the thing!”
Where does that line end and people begin being real?
And what speech there is: vague, obtuse circles. Our strengths? Communicating through art about culture and politics - not through speech about emotions in our personal realities.
And I – probably the least invested – still bottle it up.