we don't remember things

for what they were. that would

be too real... too honest. instead

we remember the softer edges, the

shadows of reality. we round off

the corners and dull the sharp

and ragged edges making it

tolerable.

a memory is not a photograph

in time, but a motion picture.

pieces moving differently each

turn we visit. people saying

things different, playing a different

role, or not even reacting to

the situation at all.

memories are captured to

help us remember, but

protects us from the harsh

and sometimes harmful

reality that its formed from.